Grey Star

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

@Javier I'm sorry, but after deliberating, I am going to have to veto Walter due to the fact he can kill off things way too easily with his razor wire and powers. And also apparently vampirized Walter is unstable and would soon die anyways.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

Go ahead then.

Also I'll get a GM post up soon I guess. Don't hesitate to tell me ideas or suggestions that any of y'all want to see.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

I'm okay with that. Though obviously since Forneus isn't naturally charismatic, it should take quite a while longer than just a few minutes.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

I'm here now and I'm a girl. So, what's the question? XD

Flying Fists, Burning Spirit (Wuxia)

Thank you for the interest everyone!~

Flying Fists, Burning Spirit (Wuxia) Interest Check

Brief Synopsis

Long ago, in ages so far gone that even the gods and spirits have forgotten about, there were multiple worlds floating about in a nexus of sorts. One day, the boundaries separating nine different worlds broke, spiriting away various chunks and mashing them together into a tenth entirely new plane of existence known as The Nine Heavens Frontier. Naturally, the inhabitants of the nine worlds weren't very pleased with the sundering and thus fought against each other in a bid to rule this bountiful new garden, hoping to take the resources and wealth of their neighbors and forge a united empire. The plains and rivers grew red from spilled blood even as the skies filled with the shadows of crows and ravens. A million swords plunged into a million soldiers as the war lasted for a hundred and eight years, no one faction being able to successfully conquer the remaining eight.

It was at the end of the 108th year that a group of travelers rose up from the masses to sweep across the countries to pacify the bloodthirsty and unjust with peerless martial might. A single group of nine people, each representing one of the nine major super powers of the world. Heaven and earth was reversed in their wake, evil was purged, and justice was carried out. This was a land where one had to be strong to be heard, and these nine travelers had enough strength to do as they pleased. Taking on the name of Nine Hidden Dragons to represent their intent as protectors of the land, these illustrious legendary heroes shook the world and restored peace through their unwavering efforts to protect the weak and slay the evil. Peace was brought to close this strife filled era in naught but a year, for the Hidden Nine Dragons were as gods that have descended upon the world of mortals, unstoppable.

It is now ten thousand years later, and the songs of war have once again begun to play. The uneasy peace has been broken, and kingdoms have begun to contest against each other to once more attempt to create an empire. Among the masses are you, the heroes. People who use their great powers and heaven overturning skills to follow the code of chivalry. Your fists can break mountains, your bodies harder than diamonds, and your just souls burning brighter than even the sun. For you are Heroes.

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Like the title says, this RP is based off of wuxia (basically a genre of Chinese fiction or film dealing with martial arts, sorcery, and chivalry. Many works are based off of wuxia such as Dragonball, Star Wars, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, Hokuto No Ken, Avatar the last Airbender, and the various other supernatural martial arts media.) Basically I just wanted an excuse for people to go out on high powered adventures and have amazing kung fu duels with everything and anything in a fantasy world while having fun world-building experience with the players, eheh.

Head on over here if you're all interested.

Flying Fists, Burning Spirit (Wuxia)

@Whitepulse Accepted.

@Sombrero Accepted.

Thank you both for being interested, eheh. And sorry for taking so long to notice. ^^.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

Also these are the guys attacking the village. Fist of the North Star mooks, no need to feel bad. :V

Flying Fists, Burning Spirit (Wuxia)

Brief Synopsis

Long ago, in ages so far gone that even the gods and spirits have forgotten about, there were multiple worlds floating about in a nexus of sorts. One day, the boundaries separating nine different worlds broke, spiriting away various chunks and mashing them together into a tenth entirely new plane of existence known as The Nine Heavens Frontier. Naturally, the inhabitants of the nine worlds weren't very pleased with the sundering and thus fought against each other in a bid to rule this bountiful new garden, hoping to take the resources and wealth of their neighbors and forge a united empire. The plains and rivers grew red from spilled blood even as the skies filled with the shadows of crows and ravens. A million swords plunged into a million soldiers as the war lasted for a hundred and eight years, no one faction being able to successfully conquer the remaining eight.

It was at the end of the 108th year that a group of travelers rose up from the masses to sweep across the countries to pacify the bloodthirsty and unjust with peerless martial might. A single group of nine people, each representing one of the nine major super powers of the world. Heaven and earth was reversed in their wake, evil was purged, and justice was carried out. This was a land where one had to be strong to be heard, and these nine travelers had enough strength to do as they pleased. Taking on the name of Nine Hidden Dragons to represent their intent as protectors of the land, these illustrious legendary heroes shook the world and restored peace through their unwavering efforts to protect the weak and slay the evil. Peace was brought to close this strife filled era in naught but a year, for the Hidden Nine Dragons were as gods that have descended upon the world of mortals, unstoppable.

It is now ten thousand years later, and the songs of war have once again begun to play. The uneasy peace has been broken, and kingdoms have begun to contest against each other to once more attempt to create an empire. Among the masses are you, the heroes. People who use their great powers and heaven overturning skills to follow the code of chivalry. Your fists can break mountains, your bodies harder than diamonds, and your just souls burning brighter than even the sun. For you are Heroes.

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Like the title says, this RP is based off of wuxia (basically a genre of Chinese fiction or film dealing with martial arts, sorcery, and chivalry. Many works are based off of wuxia such as Dragonball, Star Wars, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, Hokuto No Ken, Avatar the last Airbender, and the various other supernatural martial arts media.) Basically I just wanted an excuse for people to go out on high powered adventures and have amazing kung fu duels with everything and anything in a fantasy world while having fun world-building experience with the players, eheh.

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Character Sheet

• Name:
• Age:
• Gender:
• Race: Can be anything from humans to elves to beast-men to goblins to demons and so on, user created races included (after a screening process for said homebrewed ones).
• Personality:
• Brief Backstory:
• Styles and Techniques: Given it's a wuxia setting, these are where all the supernatural martial arts comes into play. Wanna double jump and glide through the air? Shoot fireballs and beams? Run on water and up walls? Punch people so hard they explode? Well you can. Styles are an overall set of seperate Techniques that allow people to do the impossible by manipulating their inner ki. An example of Style would be Azure Dragon School and a Technique of that would be Sea Dragon King Rises From the Depths, which is an uppercut that creates a sudden whirlpool to sweep away the opposition. Generally, most people only focus on one or two Styles, and make good use of their set of Techniques. People can choose not to write down every single technique they can think of, but I'd like to know what the Style is widely known for: i.e. hitting fast, defending, being flexible, and so on. Oftentimes, Styles and Techniques are learned from either Sects or Clans, schools that teaches students their special martial arts. Alternatively, they can be learned from wise old wandering masters unaffiliated with such.
• Equipment: Anything from mundane to specialized weapons such as flying swords to mystical potions and so on.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

Mahora Campus- Train That Looks Like a Giant Children's Toy Going Off To New Adventures

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Nodding as she saw enough people fill up the train, Chao simply waited until everybody got on the slightly kiddy looking vehicle (in Ranma's case, it was rather literally considering he was sitting atop the thing rather than in where the mostly sane were) before pressing a button. With that go ahead, the train began to chug on ahead with the telltale sign of a whistle. Slow at first but then rapidly picking up speed, the thing became a blur as it sped towards the east. For those that weren't on the train, they would be able to catch a ride on the second vehicle that pulled up, looking much like the first though palette-swapped in darker colors.

As the first batch of would be rescuers settled down, the scenery would rapidly begin to change. Orderly buildings and Japanese streetsigns soon gave way to a vast grass plain, dotted every now and then with nonsensical food trees. Beasts such as a herd of cheese colored cows ambled by, chewing the cud of the grass while the sky overhead was a beautiful blue color of early morning. Ranma saw all this and relaxed a bit more even as he idly stuck onto the top of the bullet train via usage of ki, enjoying the wind pressure like a regular person the breeze. His eyes however continued to sweep the surrounding from his perch, and at the sign of any trouble accruing, swift action would be taken.

Strangely, the ending of tracks in Mahora did nothing to curb the Denliner's enthusiasm given the thing seemed to be making its own tracks appear underneath. If anything that answered another one of Ranma's questions given the fact that not all places would have the same features that another chunk might be able to make use of. Rather handy this thing was, though it was still tacky. Given the speeds at which the repurposed vehicle was traveling, it wasn't long before the edge of the medieval territory was reached- though his enjoyment of the train ride was rather curbed by the fact they were closing in on a small hamlet village that was all but burning almost maliciously merrily, wooden cottages with their thatched straw roofs all but easy fuel for the fires. Cries of hapless people rang in the air as well as the sound of running feet, before coarse laughter of rough men rang out.

The situation was indeed as bad as Ranma had thought when his gaze saw exactly what was happening. Peasants, poor folks who tilled the land in their rough garments were indeed being harassed by ne'er-do-wells. It was the villains that seemed out of place in this medieval society, given the fact they appeared to belong to giant mohawked bikers in leather jackets bulging with muscles and armed with various weapons including what looked like a flamethrower. Before the train fully stopped a scant fifty feet away, Ranma swept forward with an angry look on his face and smashed his leg into a giggling simpleton that was about to cut down a small girl. His dynamic entry succeeding, the much bigger man was launched with all the force of a cannonball away. "You ugly suckers need a good thrashing." Reaching out and snatching an abandoned gardening hoe, the boy literally jumped at the call and began expertly thwacking angered friends of the downed bandit. Elsewhere, more hooligans were spreading out from the village and approaching the train with the intention of hijacking it even as the other half continued to make havoc within the previously sleepy hamlet.

Time was of the essence if people were to be saved, and thus the pigtailed boy laid into the raiders with a fury that was missing when the insects attacked. If anything, he was shocked that people would be doing something so blatant. Even in Nerima people weren't as unethical as this and most of the fights happened due to misplaced pride and dirtied honor. Twirling the makeshift weapon, he made use of the angled head to pull and push people off their game before smashing the metal head into their flesh and blood ones, crumpling them down with the inhuman force he was capable of dishing out. Sometimes the boy even let go of the hoe and flung it into the surroundings, making people step on the head and have the shaft slam in between their eyes like a slapstick comedy before smashing a fist harder than most iron into their temples and retaking his tool to expertly parry and dodge axes, chains, and nail bats.

Seedy Cesspit of Crime and Human Filth, Roanapur

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The Hispanic man nodded rapidly like a bobble-head, his sweat slicked face caught in an uneasy and wooden smile as he found that some of the people were interested in the job. "T-that's good... After you've gone out and caused havoc, our gangs will send in sweepers to take care of the rest. THe place is practically a giant meal ticket, having enough land to grow both food and drugs t-that old girl Roanapur needs. Mines full of iron that can be turned into b-bullets... You'll all get quite a lot of benefits for helping, h-hehehe..." Basically, with their displacement from modern day Earth, the port town city needed to be able import the necessities from the rest of the surroundings to supplant the old one that they were torn from. The fact that things were more survival of the fittest worked well to their advantage, considering their neighbors were either technologically better but rather soft or with lower tech bases that couldn't fight against firearms and explosives.

"A-anyway, to get on over there, j-just take a boat to the west until you hit the shoreline dotted with the fishing villages. From there, just make your way inland and take out the pesky dragon riding nobles holed up in the nearby castle." The gangster stated, his hands performing a vaguely fly-like motion as he tried to make himself as non-threatening as possible in the midst of the super powered freaks. His armed compatriots shifted uneasily as they've watched the fight from start to finish, seeing just how easily these people can kill and dole out damage, to the point where they were put on the same level as a certain Terminator-esque maid.