Grimoire

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

Yes!! please!

Scion: Odyssey

Oh cool. Color me interested, should have something up soonish

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

Sultan

Sultan wasn’t a great fan of islands. They were fine for vacations, and holidays… Unsuited for longer periods of time. His bio chemistry was somewhat allergic to the climate inhabiting them. The heat was fine, it was the humidity that got to him. It made his skin feel sticky and greasy. Sea salt made his scalp itch incessantly, whether it was the water or the pollutants their in he had no idea.

Though he could continue mentally ranting on his dislike for the climate for quite a while, but there were better ways to spend this mental energy. He checked his watch, a simple digital affair with its grey metal glinting in the sun. Roughly 30 minutes of journey remained. Luckily he wasn’t sea sick as the simple cabin cruiser hurled its way across the relatively calm sea.

“Sir, why don’t you come topside and enjoy the fresh sun and breeze” said a gruff voice from the deck.

“No thank you, Noud, I’m quite happy right here, besides I’d rather not get sunburnt” said Sultan. His caretaker, butler and chapperone was always harnguing him to ‘put yourself out there’

“You really ought to spend less time on that relic of an video game system, go outside and play or something. You’re nearly as pale as a vampire, metaphorically speaking of course…” said Noud over the rough purr of the engine.

“Yeah yeah, but people usually bore me , disappoint me or worse... annoy me. I couldn’t stand the pressure of keeping up pretenses for so long. Unlike my game here people are far too messy.” he replied with practised ease. This was an argument the two them had regularly and would likely continue for the foreseeable future.

“Sir, I say this with all due respect, but the current path leads to a rather dark place, one with minimal female contact” said Noud.

“Oh for the love of god… will you stop with that…” said Sultan with a sigh and a palm on his face.

Eventually he could see the island in the distance. He could only feel ambivalence. Although he was not remarkable in his nascent talent for magic, he hoped that here he could at least escape from the cloying expectations of the clan. He already knew he would be easily shadowed by the other students in the school. After all their would be beings from all sorts of places, and some with immeasurable talent in magic. Beings for whom magic was as simple as breathing, woven into their very lifeblood. In reality he was not here to learn magic, he would likely never be good at it. Rather he was here to build contacts, earn favors, things that could banked upon by the clan. After all there were others from his generation within the clan, that had significantly greater aptitude for magic and would take up the mantle in that department.

It took only another 5 minutes for the boat to edge up to the island’s dock. Sultan finally getting up from the chair as the engine stuttered to a stop. Straightening his grey fleece hoodie and grey jeans, he went up onto the deck to say his goodbyes to Noud.

Noud towered over him as always, the man was a giant. His wild mane of black hair framing sharp eyes. His lean functional muscles, giving definition to his rather formal shirt and trousers.

“Now, you be careful over there. You hear, alright” He said gruffly, patting him on the head.

“Of Course, I’m not going to prison.. It’s a school so I doubt there’s much to be careful about” said Sultan

“Call me every night or if you need anything, I will be staying on the mainland during your term. Just in case” said Noud, a small smile playing on his

“Yeah yeah, I know the drill.. Though seriously this is just a school Noud” said Sultan

“Hah sure, only a school… and even so I wouldn’t dream of it, Its not time yet for us to part…” said Noud

“That time would never come… Still good bye for now” said Sultan, as he moved into give a small hug to his only friend.

“Good bye little man” replied Noud returning the hug.

With that Sultan got of the boat and made his way to the school. As per the schedule that he had received he had to make it to auditorium…

~ some time later ~

Room 413, now was the most worrisome part of the day. He had never shared a room before. He had had no idea what it would be like sharing with 3 other people. This would either be very painful or moderately so. But definitely so. So with a sigh, he got his game face on he pushed open the door..

“Good evening, you may call me Sultan” said Sultan. Inside he was cringing, this was not how he wanted to do it, but he slipped up and said that the minute he entered the room without taking care to see if anyone was listening… argh..

@Electra@FrozenEcstasy@TheHangedMan

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

My Hider

“Better luck next time”
Name: Sultan
Race: Human
Gender: male
Appearance:


Magic:
Schools:
Mental: 5
Mana: 6
Spirit: 6

Technique:
Scry - Peer into distant places, has all limitations of normal vision otherwise
Barrier - Solidify mana into a solid barrier
Expanded Cognition - Aritifcially improve cognition and awareness through magic
Thought Construct - Weave mana and spirit into one semi aware magical constructs with some pre determined effects

Skills:
Let us reason together: Profound deductive and inductive skills
The scientific method: Enthusiast knowledge in the sciences and their history
Let the games begin: A master in all manner of games ranging from poker to chess
Discipline: Has achieved mastery over oneself from a young age
Bio:
Were you looking for the story of an underdog. A story of victory paid by blood, sweat and tears? If so I would suggest you look elsewhere. Mine is of a boy who was born with a silver spoon, or even one might say a golden one.

I was not an accident... I am the result of years of selective breeding within the clan. Which clan particularly is not important. A designer child for the powerful, “perfect” in every way that mattered except one. I was supposed to be supremely talented in magic. In reality, my nascent aptitude in magic was unremarkable. Not a surprise, no one is quite sure what impacts the magical aptitude of an individual, or where in this scope do genetics come into play.

Something of a failed endeavor, I was mostly left to my own devices or those of many nannies. It was a good thing to have so many advantages, otherwise, I would have died from boredom long ago. My parents always off doing business somewhere other than where I was. Funny that… ha ha

Much of my formative years were spent inventing games for myself. There was only so many games of chess I could play against myself, my caretakers had already lost against me by the young age of six.

I did begin to see some differences with normal children and me. I did not quite feel as strongly as other children did. I was far more rational than what was expected of a child my age. I did not fall into the whimsy of imagination. Not that that was required in the current age, the books had become all too real.

As I grew older I began to realize a certain apathy drawing over me, as if I was merely an observer. Looking in from the outside on the people around me. The teenagers around me all glowed with potential. As for me, I could not muster much of any enthusiasm, after all what was the point? What meaning did ambition, dreams or goals have? Maybe I’ll find the answer one day….

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

@Myr okie dokie, and done... Bumped them up by 3

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

@Myr sounds fair, edits below

My Hider

“Better luck next time”
Name: Sultan
Race: Human
Gender: male
Appearance:


Magic:
Schools:
Mental: 2
Mana: 3
Spirit: 3

Technique:
Scry - Peer into distant places, has all limitations of normal vision otherwise
Barrier - Solidify mana into a solid barrier
Expanded Cognition - Aritifcially improve cognition and awareness through magic
Thought Construct - Weave mana and spirit into one semi aware magical constructs with some pre determined effects

Skills:
Let us reason together: Profound deductive and inductive skills
The scientific method: Enthusiast knowledge in the sciences and their history
Let the games begin: A master in all manner of games ranging from poker to chess
Discipline: Has achieved mastery over oneself from a young age
Bio:
Were you looking for the story of an underdog. A story of victory paid by blood, sweat and tears? If so I would suggest you look elsewhere. Mine is of a boy who was born with a silver spoon, or even one might say a golden one.

I was not an accident... I am the result of years of selective breeding within the clan. Which clan particularly is not important. A designer child for the powerful, “perfect” in every way that mattered except one. I was supposed to be supremely talented in magic. In reality, my nascent aptitude in magic was unremarkable. Not a surprise, no one is quite sure what impacts the magical aptitude of an individual, or where in this scope do genetics come into play.

Something of a failed endeavor, I was mostly left to my own devices or those of many nannies. It was a good thing to have so many advantages, otherwise, I would have died from boredom long ago. My parents always off doing business somewhere other than where I was. Funny that… ha ha

Much of my formative years were spent inventing games for myself. There was only so many games of chess I could play against myself, my caretakers had already lost against me by the young age of six.

I did begin to see some differences with normal children and me. I did not quite feel as strongly as other children did. I was far more rational than what was expected of a child my age. I did not fall into the whimsy of imagination. Not that that was required in the current age, the books had become all too real.

As I grew older I began to realize a certain apathy drawing over me, as if I was merely an observer. Looking in from the outside on the people around me. The teenagers around me all glowed with potential. As for me, I could not muster much of any enthusiasm, after all what was the point? What meaning did ambition, dreams or goals have? Maybe I’ll find the answer one day….

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

Here goes...

My Hider

“Better luck next time”
Name: Sultan
Race: Human
Gender: male
Appearance:


Magic:
Schools:
Mental: 2
Mana: 3
Spirit: 3

Technique:
Scry - Distance and matter does not bar my sight
Barrier - Solidify mana into an impenetrable wall
Expanded Cognition - Aritifcially improve cognition and awareness through magic
Thought Construct - Weave mana and spirit into a variety of semi aware magical constructs/spells

Skills:
Let us reason together: Profound deductive and inductive skills
The scientific method: Enthusiast knowledge in the sciences and their history
Let the games begin: A master in all manner of games ranging from poker to chess
Discipline: Has achieved mastery over oneself from a young age
Bio:
Were you looking for the story of an underdog. A story of victory paid by blood, sweat and tears? If so I would suggest you look elsewhere. Mine is of a boy who was born with a silver spoon, or even one might say a golden one.

I was not an accident... I am the result of years of selective breeding within the clan. Which clan particularly is not important. A designer child for the powerful, “perfect” in every way that mattered except one. I was supposed to be supremely talented in magic. In reality, my nascent aptitude in magic was unremarkable. Not a surprise, no one is quite sure what impacts the magical aptitude of an individual, or where in this scope do genetics come into play.

Something of a failed endeavor, I was mostly left to my own devices or those of many nannies. It was a good thing to have so many advantages, otherwise, I would have died from boredom long ago. My parents always off doing business somewhere other than where I was. Funny that… ha ha

Much of my formative years were spent inventing games for myself. There was only so many games of chess I could play against myself, my caretakers had already lost against me by the young age of six.

I did begin to see some differences with normal children and me. I did not quite feel as strongly as other children did. I was far more rational than what was expected of a child my age. I did not fall into the whimsy of imagination. Not that that was required in the current age, the books had become all too real.

As I grew older I began to realize a certain apathy drawing over me, as if I was merely an observer. Looking in from the outside on the people around me. The teenagers around me all glowed with potential. As for me, I could not muster much of any enthusiasm, after all what was the point? What meaning did ambition, dreams or goals have? Maybe I’ll find the answer one day….

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

Hurrdur, exactly the kind of rp I was looking for! Im not too late (yet again) I hope i.e room for one more?

Numenera?!

It's an easy system to pick up, and just as easy to customize. Can do all kinds of cosmetic stuff; you want a fox tail and fox ears, you can still be "human" (because the more you read into it, the more you realize how much the term "human" has changed).

I can give links to online resources to expand on the books (with fan content) once we get this started, too.

@Ermine

wwoo Awesome sauce

Numenera?!

Havn't ever played it but, always wanted to try it!