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Personally, find it depends on the Rp, but I like stats.

Keeps things simple, shows who is suppose to be on equal terms, with things like Bleach.

Basically prevents a lot of jackassery with jack-of-all trades characters becoming king of them too, and helps players be more honest. You are always going to have that guy who tries abusing it, but easier to keep honest by using stats, and easier to spot him. It sets an expectation.

At the same time, nothing is a bigger turn off than a huge stat system I need a PH.d to figure out. Keep the stats simple.
Well, I can't let Yosh here and not attempt to kick his ass.

That, and I love a good fight. I think I'm in.
Edgar Delano & Lily Quarin

Loom-Acadamy- Noon

Lily sat at her desk. Her fingers click clacked against the keyboard and the letters darted across the computer screen, her eyes relaxed and expression unreadable during her work. Over all her image was that of a sexy, hard working principle tapping away at her recent project. The spacious office surrounding her and looking elegant enough with personal touch, the only out of place object was the violin rested upon its pedal stool. It called to Lily while her spine rested against the stiff chair back and resisted the urge to summon it into her itching fingers, her work more important.

Her fingers stopped as she leaned back, the siren listened to the chair protest with a loud creak. Gently, her trimmed finger nails traced through her bangs and pushed them out of her eyes. The causally loose, fiery red hair was tightly bind in a bun, pinned to her head in a professional manner while her eyes shifted to the violin for what felt like the hundredth time. She swallowed down the desire to play burning in her soul. It had been weeks since she picked the instrument and a part of her felt unsettling numb because of it, like something was missing, making her push herself beyond expected limits.

A saying, older than time itself, echoed in her head. 'All work and no play, makes Jack a very dull boy' causing her lips to pull into a faintly mused smile. Looking down at herself, she couldn't help but realize the pronoun fit her far better than in the past. From the tightly fitted, gray pencil tight skirt to the ruffled dress blouse, she certainly belonged here.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a voice buzzed on her phone. She hit the answer button and spoke, "Yes?"

"A Mr. Delano is here for evaluation, Mrs. Quarin."

"Send him in and thank you, Clara." Lily replied promptly as she put her computer to sleep, her head turned to face the student coming in.

Edgar Delano shuffled into the office, still looking dazed from being in the school. It was a whole other world from what he was used to. He almost wanted to just go back to working. He awkwardly looked around, before noticing the principal infront of him. She was not bad looking. Edgar fidgeted with his hat, which he still had refused to take off, with his similarly not-taken-off-gloves.

“Howdy darlin’. You must be the principal or something. I thought you’d be an old grandma, but I can hardly take my eyes off’a ya. So…. what am I doin’ here again? Heard ya wanted to meet with me, some sort of evaluationing or something.”

Edgar, for all his hard work, was not the brightest tool in the shed. Then again, he had never pretended to be. He felt extremely out of place, and that made him even more nervous and feel out of place. He felt like a deer in the headlights, or something. He honestly did not remember ever being in school.

Lily watch the slightly roughly dressed individual enter. Her calm eyes, one green and other red, pinned his image into her mental file for later like many others. On first glance over he appeared like any normal, average working young man in Loom though she recalled Clara's notes and mentions about his inherited ability. So it was little surprise he found himself here. In the Academy, most students were musicians and chose willingly to take on the responsibility and risks to retain peace in the world even when all of them weren't up to the task's challenges. However magic had many facets and humans, as well as the occasionally turned demon or isolated angel, some times found themselves here as well. Rarely any who was naturally gifted in tapping into this area were ever turned away.

The siren rose to her feet and gently held out her hand for the man to shake, greeting him formally. "Yes Mr. Delano, and my name is Mrs. Quarin. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance and if you wouldn't mind having a seat, we can get started with filling out your school recorders and settling you in officially."

Once her hand was freed, she gestured to the chair sitting directly in front of her desk before she herself took her own seat. "Now, you mentioned Clara, my secretary outside your magic can 'harden and soften' substances which makes me aware you have experienced this? Namely as in practicing it?, correct?"

As her hand came to meet his, Edgar went to return it, before noticing the state of his gloves, and he quickly removed it, before returning the shake, putting it back on as he took a seat. His hands were filled by callouses. (How the hell do I spell that? Better?)

“Well, it’s nice to meet’cha Mrs. Quarin. Someone’s gotta be lucky for you to be Mrs. So the gal’s name out there’s Clara, nice to know. Kinda weird not knowing anyone’s name. Ain’t sure I’m gunna fit in so well, but guess I gotta. My boss, Tony, fired me and told me to get my ass over here. I kinda saved his ass the day before. I made my clothes hard and jumped infront of a beam, stopped it from crushin’im like a bug. I dun my magic ‘fore, but seems like whenever I do it, makes me forget stuff. Ain’t so bad when I do on my own clothes, guess cause I dun it so much. I reckon’ I could probably punch steel with my gloves and not be too bad off. Not sure why I’d wanna though. . I kinda don’t like doing anything else but my clothes. This new getup’s gunna take some gettin’ used to. ”

To be honest, Edgar was a downright scared of using his ‘magic’ on anything more than his clothes. He was afraid he wouldn’t remember anything if he did it too much. He really wasn’t even sure what the magic was. He just knew he could do it, and he’d played with it. Kinda felt like putting a piece of him in whatever he was playing with, but that just didn’t sound right. Then again, what he did didn’t sound right either.

“So…. Mrs. Quarin, I know ya’re the principal and all that, but I dun know alot of anything. What’s with this ‘magic’? I wanna know why I forget stuff doin’ it. I don’t wanna forget anything else.”

Lily folded her hands and interlaced her fingers, listening to the man’s words collaborate with her suspicions of what Clara said. She nodded and felt a hint of sympathy towards to the human if her theory was correct. It also meant if he hadn’t came here sooner, the damage would’ve been much worse and likely upped the danger in the situation. Not just for him, but others as well.

“Yes, I got married around the 22 year war that Judas wrought against angels, demons, chimeras and their allies. And thank you. Now, back to focus on you. I can imagine how scared you might be by all this. From your magic to your misfortune at losing your job, but I’m fairly certain I know you’ve come to the right place to help you. Humans, unlike demons, chimera, or angels, who are able to tap into magic usually do so at a price. For some it’s blood, hair or something physical. In your case, it seems to be memories.”

She paused letting the words sink in for a moment, before continuing onward. “I believe with practice and time, those memories can recover after a set time. Though in order to gain strength you would have to practice repeatedly and find your limit, namely so you don’t push past it. There are also several well experienced and trained teachers familiar with the aspects of magic which could help you discover a way to cope with your memory lost. However, allowing it to just exist without further training could possibly risk your health as well as your safety in the long term. Most students learn to control their magic and either leave to go on with normal lives while others decide to work alongside the musicians, namely to help keep order and peace. Does any of the information I’ve spoken put you at ease some?”

Edgar blinked as a response, he’d gotten most of it though. Lots of terms he wasn’t familiar with and hadn’t heard too much other than in passing. He almost wanted to kick himself for not caring about things like chimeras or magic, or…. the hell was a musician?

“Think I got it. So my lil’ ol’ trick cost me my memories… You think I can really get them back?”

That part made him feel oddly ecstatic, he’d never thought of the possibility that he would get them back, he’d just been living everyday one step at a time. A bit afraid of losing it all, but never thinking he’d have the chance to get everything back. Even if he could just control it so he wouldn’t lose everything, that would be great. Then he could…. then he could do what? He just worked because it kept him busy. He’d never really thought what he wanted to do with life. He didn’t know what the musicians were, or this whole thing about order and peace, but it sounded cool enough, especially if people like him where there.

“I can’t say for sure, Mr. Delano but we’ve encountered some unique and unusual magics here at the Academy. Many we’ve helped to live better lives. Lives without fear and pain over their natural gift. All we can do is hope for the best and take it one day at a time.” Lily admitted, being fully truthful with the man. She wished she could say or do more, but empty promises were useless to those seeking hope.


“A’ight...a’ight. Well I think I can do that. Don’t know who these musicians are, or ‘bout peace and order, but I like to lend a hand around. Sure, I pass this place, I just might stay, don’t got nothin’ better to do. Hell, I might fit in after all. By the way, Mrs. Quarin, mind if I take a picture with’chu? Ain’t so steady on the memories, but the camera never lies.”


“Musicians are students who have willingly chosen to wield fragments, pieces of the Essence named Hazumi. It’s an important task but extremely dangerous as they will be living alongside another voice or essence that can possibly take over if they aren’t careful. Many never realize it until it is too late or end up dying in the line of duty.” Lily looked remorseful as her mind listed the fallen in her head. Hazumi might’ve kept a wall of the dead, but she remembered them less like KIA soldiers and more like students they were to her. She leaned back into the chair and smiled, replying gently. “ Very well, but I can’t promise how it will turn out. Often been told a picture of myself isn’t as good as meeting in person after all.”
Edgar Delano

Loom: Acadamy
Noon


Outside the acadamy, a man who looked like a cowboy came up. His clothes were dirty and worn, and he had the look of a man of hard labor. A large hat adorned his head, and workboots on his feet, and gloves on his hands. Oddly, despite being well used, not a single tear was found across any of the clothing, or signs of wearing out.

His right glove was off, tucked into his belt, and he held a camera in it, taking picture after picture of the place.

Edgar Delano was preparing to enter the acadamy, after having saved his boss.

“Da-yumn, this place is faaancy! Who dun imagine I’d be going back to school. Superhero school or whatever. I don’t even remember the last time I was at school.”

It was infact true, he couldn’t remember anything about school. Or really anything before he started working at 16, 4 years ago. He was trying to be excited about the event, the repeated flashes of the camera being proof of this, but something still agitated him.

Edgar put the camera away, before pacing nervously a bit, and spitting to the side. His mood was shifting as he was still nervous.

“Damn you Tony! I ain’t no student or nuddin like that. I’m a working man! Save your ass, and you damnwell fire me. Ya want me to be all scholarly like and stuff.”

Edgar tipped his hat, taking a deep breath.

“Guess I gotta in. What do I do if they say no too? Ugh….”

Inside, the officelady looked strangely at the dirtily dressed man, eyeing him with the question plastered to her face ‘what are you doing here’.

“Well, hello there pretty little thang. This where we sign up for this here acadamy?”

Her eyebrow raised, before she shuffled through her papers, looking for tan application form.

“You are aware of the dresscode here?”

“Well, shucks, guess I ain’t dressed for no party. Can I get some of ‘dem clothes here?”

She straightened her glasses in annoyance, before telling him where to go.

A few minutes later, Edgar had filled out the paperwork, and walked out of the restroom changed into the the dresscode of the acadamy…. mostly.

“Sir, you still have on the hat, and the gloves.”

“Well, this is a place for superheroes, right? I need them to be super.”

“No, the Master Melody’s Academy of Fine Arts is a place where we instruct talented persons in the use and general application of essence for the greater good of humanity.”

“So….superheroes…?”

*Sigh* “What instrument do you use?”

“In...strument? I ain’t gay.”

“Tell me you don’t even know what that is. Why are you even here if you don’t know what this place is, and you don’t use an instrument.”

“Well, tell ya the truth, I dunno. My boss told me I had to. That I had an ability he said could be helpful and I was wasting my time working.”

“And….what ability is this?”

“Well, ma’am, I can harden and soften things. I can make my clothes harder than steel, or something really hard. Like I’m wearing armor.”

“And what does this cost you? If you already know about it, you seem...remarkably well put together for a man of your...intelligence.”

“Oh, this cost everyone some’ting? I thought I was a freak. Makes me forget things. Not that I could ever forget a face like yours, darlin’.”

“Just get to the cafeteria! Mingle with the students, and try not to sexually harrass the staff. You will have to meet with the principal, she'll make a decision about you. Other than that you should be good to go."

"Yeehaw! Sounds like fun."



Name: Matsuri Hyuga
Nickname/Alias: Matsuri of the Bells
Gender: Female
Age and date of birth: 19, December 26th
Age Appearance: 19
Sexuality: Straight


Parents:
Hideyori Katsunori Hyuga
Length and build: 5'10
Weight: 140
Favorite weather and season
Snow; Winter



Village: Hidden Leaf Village
Birthplace: Hyuga Compound
Organization: Dragon Lotus

Clan/Bloodline: Hyuga; Byakugan

Rank: Experience Chunnin
Chakra Nature: N/A



Appearance:




Personality:
Matsuri is a meek and kind girl, who doesn't want to feel like a burden to those around her. This can cause her to be more than a little reckless if it causes those around her not to be in danger.

She finally has felt she's found her place in the world, and is happy with it. She's willing to defend her niche if necessary, and secretly want to prove to everyone that despite being called talentless, she's not worthless, and has some self esteems issues she's trying to conquer. This is part of the reason she doesn't use any ninja tools or weapons, somewhere, she wants to prove those who called her worthless because of her weak eyes, and trouble learning Gentle fist wrong, so she uses them as her primary weapon, with her own talents in genjutsu thrown in.

Matsuri thinks of herself as a coward, because she's afraid of power. She's afraid of the damage it can cause, but she continues to grow stronger because she's absolutely terrified of being powerless against someone else. Being a prisoner did not help this view any.

Matsuri's also become a bit more of a loner because of her imprisonment, often having flashbacks and episodes. She doesn't want her team mates, or anyone else, to see her vulnerable side, so she has a nasty habit of keeping secrets, and because she can't quite keep her flashbacks a secret, she tries avoiding people. She ironically doesn't want to worry people, which is why she keeps so much to herself. She'd rather take on their burdens than let anyone else take hers, which is also why she doesn't talk much about her home life. In fact, she doesn't talk much about herself at all if she can avoid it.



History:

Theme Song:
(Either a link or a video, optional though)



Weapons/Items



Skills/Abilities
High Intelligence
High Genjutsu -
Good Taijutsu - combine for Gentaijutsu
Good Speed
Good Sensing (her eyes)
Average Chakra



Special Traits

Very weak Byakugan, can't see chakra points normally.
Suffers PTSD to bright flashes of light.



Kekkei Genkai:

Name of Kekkei Genkai:
Byakugan.
Clan:
Hyuuga
Description:
Matsuri's byakugan is relatively weak, unable to clearly see chakra points, barely able to see her own. Overuse, or even what most byakugan users consider normal use causes her eye to bleed.

Name of Kekkei Genkai:
Sharingan
Clan:
Uchiha
Description:
Implanted Sharingan. After losing her left Byakugan, a Sharingan was implanted in it's place. Matsuri constantly wears a blindfold over it, because it constantly records information, memorizing details, and causes her to become overloaded with information. Whenever she removes the blindfold to use it, she suffers a brief episode of PTSD because of the flash of light, so she's hesitant to use it.

When she does use this along side her Byakugan, it increases her taijutsu, as she starts to read her opponents movements, and memorize their style, able to predict their movements, to a certain extent. Her experience doesn't make her able to use the sharingan's ability on skilled taijutsu experts.



Jutsu




Custom Jutsu



Yo. Running a Bleach RP, got everything setup for it, I just need players. It's going to be AU, and it's low advanced-high casual.

We've got a nice plot set up, and could run this for a while. At the same time, any player input or plotting is much appreciated in this. It's based on 3 factions at war with each other, and establishing what's wrong is the first point of this story.

Here's the intro and basic story:

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Outer rukongai lies in the hands of the hollows, and the human world is overrun. With the shinigami hard pressed to hold their own territory, they have largely ceased in their protection of the humans. Whether a stroke of luck or an unfortunate circumstance disguised, Humans have began to awaken spiritually, perhaps by the presence of so many hollows, or perhaps by the influence of some other force.

Meanwhile, the very fabric of Hueco Mundo is in a state of collapse as the hollows leaders attempt to save their race, while their home falls around them. What has led to such terrible circumstances is hard to say, and few have the time to consider it.

In response to the looming threat of hollows, the humans have risen to the occasion, most joining the banner of the mysterious Honda, Takehiko, their ilk blaming the shinigami for their predicament and thus seeking to bring them to justice...or death so they might answer for their perceived sins. While hard pressed, the humans are as numerous as the hollows, if not more so, and so combat remains in a deadlock between the forces of the living and the army of Hálitola, Armonía, a powerful arrancar matriarch who has taken charge of Hueco Mundo and its fleeing inhabitants. The vanguard of her army, El Miedo, are split between the two worlds, forcing her army to fight a two front war, while her enemies fight against her forces primarily, and amongst themselves only when possible.

On the Shinigami's front, a war of extermination is taking place as the Gotei thirteen's forces attempt to cull the hollows once and for all. Their army led by Hatta, Hirokoga, the Captain Commander, is a steadfast one, never faltering before what might seem insurmountable odds against them. With their plentiful resources, it is the Shinigami who know most of the force which appears to be the source of everyone's grief, as somewhere in the Dangai lies an enigmatic disturbance in the natural order of things. The biggest questions...how did it get there, and what exactly is it?

This is what you must discover, if ever this terrible conflict is to ever cease.

_____________________________--

We have the OOC technically up, but I would like a few more players before really starting.
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/80330-bleach-precipice-war/ooc
Bleach: Precipice War



Across Karakura town, debris fell, and panic raged. The human populace was in a panic, though not everyone recognized what it was, what everyone did recognize was something was happening, something very bad. It didn't matter where though, the whole world was embroiled, though Karakura town was the epicenter.

Atop one large building, a man stepped out, a turban across his head, burns slightly visible.

"The whole world is a battleground.... what a failing.... where are our balancers? Who is to guide the souls of the dead if our reapers have abandoned us."

Below him, the corner exploded as a hollow chased down a rare whole, before a human took it down. Several other crashes around showed it wasn't about to end. Against the fading sunlight, and tired humans, it was evident it had been going on for a while as w

"Well, if reapers don't want control of us, we will take control back. We will be our own gods. Look, Gotei 13, look what us puny humans can do. LOOK AT YOUR FAILINGS!"

He grasped his head as painful memories flooded through it, a woman by his side, hollows being slain much more easily, when they were not everywhere. A smile on his unscarred face, innocents protected, and then, then the smile disappeared, and the woman lay dead, a zanpakuto through her back.

The man grabbed his necklace, pulling it off his neck, a trident head pattern on the end. His body shook and he flinched as Reiatsu came from him. The hollows who were rampaging stopped, looking up cautiously as they felt something change in the air. Debris started floating as far as the eye could see. The same Human who had slain the hollow earlier looked up at him.

"Mr. Takehiko! Your health!"

Takehiko, the man on the rooftop grunted, and then the rubble came crashing down across Karakura town. The whole town shook, and the cries of hollows reverbarated throughout, and then an even eerier sound spread through the whole town, the sound of silence. Even the normal humans who could sense at least fear in the air were now in awe of the change of atmosphere

Takehiko panted, looking down at the other human.

"It's nothing. The shinigami aren't going to protect us. Someone has to. This same power... this same power I'll crush the Seireiti with for their abandoning us. This world is different now. War is coming across the precipice."

He looked out towards the setting sun.

"As hard as we are pushed, we will push back harder."
Extra GM space
Character Roster

  • The Human World Faction Leader: Takehiko Honda
  • The Arrancar Army Mistress: Armonía Hálitola
  • Gotie 13 Captain Commander: Hirokoga Hatta
Bleach: Precipice War



Gm's:

Yoshua - Arrancar Army
The Lost Traveler- Gotei 13 Forces
Ganryu - The Human World Faction

Playable Races: (Bold are currently available)

Shinigami
Arrancar
Fullbringer
Quincy

Vizard
Hollow
Sinner



Story:


Outer rukongai lies in the hands of the hollows, and the human world is overrun. With the shinigami hard pressed to hold their own territory, they have largely ceased in their protection of the humans. Whether a stroke of luck or an unfortunate circumstance disguised, Humans have began to awaken spiritually, perhaps by the presence of so many hollows, or perhaps by the influence of some other force.

Meanwhile, the very fabric of Hueco Mundo is in a state of collapse as the hollows leaders attempt to save their race, while their home falls around them. What has led to such terrible circumstances is hard to say, and few have the time to consider it.

In response to the looming threat of hollows, the humans have risen to the occasion, most joining the banner of the mysterious Honda, Takehiko, their ilk blaming the shinigami for their predicament and thus seeking to bring them to justice...or death so they might answer for their perceived sins. While hard pressed, the humans are as numerous as the hollows, if not more so, and so combat remains in a deadlock between the forces of the living and the army of Hálitola, Armonía, a powerful arrancar matriarch who has taken charge of Hueco Mundo and its fleeing inhabitants. The vanguard of her army, El Miedo, are split between the two worlds, forcing her army to fight a two front war, while her enemies fight against her forces primarily, and amongst themselves only when possible.

On the Shinigami's front, a war of extermination is taking place as the Gotei thirteen's forces attempt to cull the hollows once and for all. Their army led by Hatta, Hirokoga, the Captain Commander, is a steadfast one, never faltering before what might seem insurmountable odds against them. With their plentiful resources, it is the Shinigami who know most of the force which appears to be the source of everyone's grief, as somewhere in the Dangai lies an enigmatic disturbance in the natural order of things. The biggest questions...how did it get there, and what exactly is it?

This is what you must discover, if ever this terrible conflict is to ever cease.

Q&A



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Arrancar Sheet-



Fullbringer Sheet-


Quincy Sheet


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