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A Dance Among Devils - DxD roleplay

I'll try to post tomorrow after work. I feel to exhausted to write a decent introduction post after today's shift.

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

Noticing that neither of the other two masters were jumping at the chance to accept the new card, Phillip decided to accept the card. They needed to learn more about what happened here, and who better to ask then the victim of the crime. Holding out his hand to accept the card from Seamus, he removed it from it's sealed plastic bag and held it up to get one last look at the crumpled piece of magic paper.

Are you sure this is the wisest course of action? The man at your feet was probably corrupted into a murderer because of his card's beguiling words. Not wanting to see his new master fall from grace after only knowing him for a few weeks, Richard spoke up.

We need answers and this is the surest way to get them. I accept any consequences this may bring us. With those final thoughts, Phillip brought the card to his chest, adding it to his now growing collection of servants.

Bonjour, monsieur. I've been waiting for you. The voice reeked of pompous superiority and self-importance as it spoke within the young man's mind. This was not a voice he would enjoy listening to.

Why me specifically?

Well no, not you. Just someone else who'd become so greedy for power that they'd come to me for my gifts.

Actually, I'm here for answers. If you're cooperative, I might even keep you instead of locking you inside a police evidence locker to rot away. It's probably what you deserve after the dozen or so murders you've made so far.

Hmmph. You aren't even worthy enough to hold me between your filthy fingers.

I didn't realize that being locked inside a mold filled room with no contact with any other human being for the next several decades would sound so much more appealing in comparison.

There was a silence within Phillip's mind for several prolonged seconds as Robespierre considered his options. There's not much to say. We were discussing that list my old dog of the aristocracy, that you'd refer to as a master, used to keep of all the people we planned to bring to justice before he was suddenly knocked down to the ground. I told him to activate me or otherwise be killed by our attacker, but he refused and tried to use his own power to stop her. It was a poor decision. He was stabbed and I was taken, at first to be digested by this servant class I hadn't seen before, before being spit back out.

You said you didn't recognize the class?

The sword may have suggested Saber, but the aura it gave off certainly didn't match any that I knew of.

Is there anything else you can tell me?

Just one, a name. Before she stabbed him, she gloated over her kill by telling him to reserve a seat in the afterlife. She was none other than Jeanne D'arc

That's all for now. I need to discuss these findings with the others. With that, Phillip packed the new voice away in his mind, ignoring any further words he may have had for him. He turned towards Marie, Seamus, and Thomas and told them, "I know the servant's name, but not her class. Robespierre claims that they weren't among the eight known to us. However, the servant we're looking for is Joan of Arc."

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

>Triumphant pose

So what's bein' goin' on guys n' gals?

@harinezumikouken

Well let's see. Lugu and Prince of Seraphs left; Naryan's now GM; FlitterFaux, Azereiah, and Rekaigan are new here; and Parent Day finally ended. I think that's about everything.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

tl;dr - Hai gaiz, I'm baaaaaaaack :3c

Somewhere in the cold darkness. . .

A single water droplet formed on a spire of rock on the cavern ceiling above. Slowly did it trail and travel along its downward point, its path random and erratic as it traced its way. The moisture coalescing at the very tip of the rock spire until gravity did its faithful duty. Pulling the wet bead towards the ground below where it spattered with a faint. . .

Drip.

The sound echoed and resonated from within the darkness.
Its noise amplified by its environment as it bounced through the airwaves.
A pair of faunus ears twitched at the sound.
Rousing their owner from their rest.
A single eye slowly fluttered open.
Its vision adjusted to the blackness.

Drip.

The faunus lay there, staring at the abyss.
Watching as more water droplets formed and fell to the earth in its line of sight.
Its mind eventually warming up enough, the faunus went to move albeit slowly.

Drip.

A sharp stab of pain gripped the faunus, stealing its breath from it as it recoiled. Gritting its teeth as it bared its fangs at nothing, the faunus sucked in a sudden gasp of air as its face scrunched from whatever unknown injury. Hissing angrily, the faunus reached out with its hand and sank its claws into dirt. Clutching a fistful of dirt as it pulled itself to a better position, so as it could determine its current situation. Clothing loudly rustling from the friction of being rubbed and scratched against the floor. As it worked its way into some sort of stance, its bones creaked as they protested any motion. Muscles burned like fire as they internally screamed at their owner for daring to move. The faunus' body felt heavy, devoid of strength, drained of energy. But, its will and determination alone kept it moving. First from laying to kneeling. Now, to stand.

Drip.

With a heavy thud the faunus practically stomped on the ground as it planted one firm foot in retaliation of its body's complaints. A small cloud of dust kicked up from the action, accidentally inhaled by the faunus. Forcing a few strained coughs from the faunus. Shaking its head as if to shoo away the irritating dust, the faunus planted its other foot and fought against the forces of gravity that teased water droplets to wake slumbering Faunus. With a stumble and a step, the faunus righted itself but had to clutch at its head. Such a simple motion and action shouldn't have been so challenging, and yet so it was. The faunus' heart thumped and beat hard in its chest. Blood roaring loudly in the faunus' veins and ears as if it were their first time doing so in a long while. The faunus felt ill, dizzy. Pain still seized the faunus tightly in its clutches.

Drip.

Breathing hard and labored, the faunus' mind began to race as it blinked through the mysterious pain. Questions arose in between blinks. Who was it? Where was it? How did it get here? When? Why? As these questions and more sped through the faunus' mental raceways, the faunus turned about within the darkness to gain its bearings. A thin sheen of nervous sweat coated the faunus' body, the darkness leeching its body heat and chilling its skin until cold. A wispy cloud of white breath leaving the faunus' parted lips.

Drip.

A sudden bout of nausea rocked the faunus as it hunched over, stumbling. Its tail swinging and swaying behind it was its saving grace. Preventing a nasty fall. As it recovered, the faunus grit its teeth once more and shook its head. "Think." the faunus told itself "Think!" Focusing, the faunus steadied its breathing as it opened both of its apparently shut eyes. Staring at a spot on the ground as the faunus' breathing slowed, calming down. A name and a thought crossed through the fog of its memory. Eyes giving off a faint golden glow in the dark.

"My name is Shiro."
The faunus boy recalled.
"And I'm back."

@harinezumikouken

Welcome back Hari. We've been wondering what happened to you.

A Dance Among Devils - DxD roleplay

@Guess Whogo ahead and post your char in teh char tab its good to go

@Suku

A Dance Among Devils - DxD roleplay

Nora Evans

“I'm sorry that I didn't do better.”

Name: Nora Evans

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Ranking: Rook

Appearance: Nora weighs around 150 Lbs. and stands at around 5'11, something that always bothered her as she'd like to break that 6' mark. She prefers to keep her long blond hair in a pony tail with wispy bangs in the front. Due to her old, anti-social behavior and lack of past friendships, her skin color is much more on the paler side from not having much of a reason to go outside.

She prefers wearing just a simple t-shirt and jeans, maybe with a hoodie on over it if it's cold out. Due to her desire to make friends though, she wears a lot of skirts and more stylish tops in the hopes that they'll make her look better.

Skills: Nora is so terrible at cooking that she can find a way to injure herself even if the dish doesn't involve anything hot or sharp. She's fluent in both English and Japanese. Has hundreds of hours logged for several games, though has only adequate skill in most of them.

Sacred Gear: Nora has the Sacred Gear known as Crystal Corruption. It allows her to make crystals grow around the environment and her enemies. For example, she could crystalize the floor and make it brittle, or form crystals around her or someone else to protect them from an incoming attack. They would be similar to huge, sharp purple stalactites that come out of the ground (think Crystal Sage's White Dragon Breath spell from Dark Souls 3). With training though, she'd eventually be able to make them different shapes and sizes as well as be able to be more precise as to where they will grow so she could toss crystals like throwing knives or use them directly as armor, though this would certainly take months if not years to accomplish.

Magic: No knowledge of magic.

Strengths: Friendly, loyal to a fault, and a very promising Sacred Gear that has the capability of improving over time.

Weaknesses: Inferiority complex, feels the need to carry the world upon her shoulders, and an unfamiliarity with her Sacred Gear.

Personality: Nora was often bullied in previous schools she had attended, and whenever she had attempted to fight back, no matter how hard she may have tried, she always seemed to lose. Because of this, she suffers from an inferiority complex and never sees herself as being anywhere near as good as her friends and allies when it comes to a fight, constantly doubting her abilities. She also has a tendency to blame herself for any failure, even if she had little or nothing to do with it. On the positive side though, she’s extremely loyal and friendly, willing to do anything she can to protect those she sees as her friends.

Nora also has a very geeky side she tries to avoid letting most others know about. In her spare time, she enjoys playing video games, her favorite being the Dark Souls series or reading comics. She enjoys both Western comics as well as manga.

History: Nora always seemed to be on the move. Her dad’s job had her and the rest of the family moving all across the U.S., causing Nora to never actually try to make friends, since she figured she would just lose touch with them when she inevitably moved again. One day though, Nora’s dad was assigned a new position that would require him to move to his company’s offices in Japan. Saying that Nora had difficulty fitting in would be an understatement, considering not only her usual anti-social tendencies but the language barrier as well. After being enrolled to Shitenhoji Academy for several months though, the young girl began to believe that this might become her permanent home and began the frightening task that was making friends. Her early attempts would usually end in failure, though you couldn’t fault her for trying.

After yet another day of coming home alone though, Nora found a terrible sight... her family was moving yet again. All that hope that she had of finally being able to stay in one place and fit in was crushed. All of the slow progress that she had made would be for naught. Or would it? Nora got down on her knees and pleaded with her parents to let her stay, making up the lie that she had joined a club and had lots of friends now that she didn’t want leave. In a surprising turn of events, Nora’s parents decided to allow their only daughter to live on her own while they moved back to the States.

Several weeks passed and, while she still had no real friends to speak of, everything seemed to be going okay. She was on top of all of her assignments, she had successfully learned the language and was speaking Japanese as if it were her first language, and she was living comfortably in a small apartment for herself. A perfect time for a Sacred Gear that Nora didn’t realize she had to flare up suddenly.

While walking home from school, Nora noticed that after every step she took, small crystal-like objects seemed to grow from the ground. This strange development caused the young girl to panic, running like Hell to escape from her new abilities, though it would be as pointless as someone attempting to avoid their own shadow. Nora soon found herself surrounded by the crystals while standing on the roof of a large, abandoned warehouse where she would learn even more about her newfound powers. In that moment, she discovered that one of the abilities of her sacred gear is to cause non-living objects to become brittle if enough of her crystals form upon it, causing the roof of the building to collapse beneath her feet and send her plummeting to certain death.

Luckily for Nora, as she laid on the ground, buried by concrete, steel, and her own crystals, her savior came. Her Sacred Gear, though its potential still mostly untapped, seemed too powerful for it to just disappear with the girl’s death, and she was given the option to become a reincarnated Devil. With her life quickly nearing its end, she accepted without a second thought. She has only been a devil for a few days now and is still learning the ropes.

Other: Character Theme

"I chooseth this fate of my own free will"

A Dance Among Devils - DxD roleplay

Nora Evans

“I'm sorry that I didn't do better.”

Name: Nora Evans

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Ranking: Rook

Appearance: Nora weighs around 150 Lbs. and stands at around 5'11, something that always bothered her as she'd like to break that 6' mark. She prefers to keep her long blond hair in a pony tail with wispy bangs in the front. Due to her old, anti-social behavior and lack of past friendships, her skin color is much more on the paler side from not having much of a reason to go outside.

She prefers wearing just a simple t-shirt and jeans, maybe with a hoodie on over it if it's cold out. Due to her desire to make friends though, she wears a lot of skirts and more stylish tops in the hopes that they'll make her look better.

Skills: Nora is so terrible at cooking that she can find a way to injure herself even if the dish doesn't involve anything hot or sharp. She's fluent in both English and Japanese. Has hundreds of hours logged for several games, though has only adequate skill in most of them.

Sacred Gear: Nora has the Sacred Gear known as Crystal Corruption. It allows her to make crystals grow around the environment and her enemies. For example, she could crystalize the floor and make it brittle, or form crystals around her or someone else to protect them from an incoming attack. They would be similar to huge, sharp purple stalactites that come out of the ground (think Crystal Sage's White Dragon Breath spell from Dark Souls 3). With training though, she'd eventually be able to make them different shapes and sizes as well as be able to be more precise as to where they will grow so she could toss crystals like throwing knives or use them directly as armor, though this would certainly take months if not years to accomplish.

Magic: No knowledge of magic.

Strengths: Friendly, loyal to a fault, and a very promising Sacred Gear that has the capability of improving over time.

Weaknesses: Inferiority complex, feels the need to carry the world upon her shoulders, and an unfamiliarity with her Sacred Gear.

Personality: Nora was often bullied in previous schools she had attended, and whenever she had attempted to fight back, no matter how hard she may have tried, she always seemed to lose. Because of this, she suffers from an inferiority complex and never sees herself as being anywhere near as good as her friends and allies when it comes to a fight, constantly doubting her abilities. She also has a tendency to blame herself for any failure, even if she had little or nothing to do with it. On the positive side though, she’s extremely loyal and friendly, willing to do anything she can to protect those she sees as her friends.

Nora also has a very geeky side she tries to avoid letting most others know about. In her spare time, she enjoys playing video games, her favorite being the Dark Souls series or reading comics. She enjoys both Western comics as well as manga.

History: Nora always seemed to be on the move. Her dad’s job had her and the rest of the family moving all across the U.S., causing Nora to never actually try to make friends, since she figured she would just lose touch with them when she inevitably moved again. One day though, Nora’s dad was assigned a new position that would require him to move to his company’s offices in Japan. Saying that Nora had difficulty fitting in would be an understatement, considering not only her usual anti-social tendencies but the language barrier as well. After being enrolled to Shitenhoji Academy for several months though, the young girl began to believe that this might become her permanent home and began the frightening task that was making friends. Her early attempts would usually end in failure, though you couldn’t fault her for trying.

After yet another day of coming home alone though, Nora found a terrible sight... her family was moving yet again. All that hope that she had of finally being able to stay in one place and fit in was crushed. All of the slow progress that she had made would be for naught. Or would it? Nora got down on her knees and pleaded with her parents to let her stay, making up the lie that she had joined a club and had lots of friends now that she didn’t want leave. In a surprising turn of events, Nora’s parents decided to allow their only daughter to live on her own while they moved back to the States.

Several weeks passed and, while she still had no real friends to speak of, everything seemed to be going okay. She was on top of all of her assignments, she had successfully learned the language and was speaking Japanese as if it were her first language, and she was living comfortably in a small apartment for herself. A perfect time for a Sacred Gear that Nora didn’t realize she had to flare up suddenly.

While walking home from school, Nora noticed that after every step she took, small crystal-like objects seemed to grow from the ground. This strange development caused the young girl to panic, running like Hell to escape from her new abilities, though it would be as pointless as someone attempting to avoid their own shadow. Nora soon found herself surrounded by the crystals while standing on the roof of a large, abandoned warehouse where she would learn even more about her newfound powers. In that moment, she discovered that one of the abilities of her sacred gear is to cause non-living objects to become brittle if enough of her crystals form upon it, causing the roof of the building to collapse beneath her feet and send her plummeting to certain death.

Luckily for Nora, as she laid on the ground, buried by concrete, steel, and her own crystals, her savior came. Her Sacred Gear, though its potential still mostly untapped, seemed too powerful for it to just disappear with the girl’s death, and she was given the option to become a reincarnated Devil. With her life quickly nearing its end, she accepted without a second thought. She has only been a devil for a few days now and is still learning the ropes.

Other: Character Theme

"I chooseth this fate of my own free will"

_{What? I'm totally not reusing an old character from another DxD RP.}

Fate/Kaleid: Shatter Prisma

Looking over the destruction left behind by the fight between the killer he'd originally been trying to find and the killer's killer, Phillip tried to piece together what had occurred on this street. Whoever this was, they were certainly strong in order to create cracks in the concrete and their weapon sharp to make such an incision. Impossibly so. Of course, ever since he met Richard the Lionheart he had learned that what used to be defined as impossible was considered parlor tricks by these other masters and their servants.

The biggest mystery was the appearance of this new player in the game, and there was no way of knowing that by looking at a crumpled bike and cracks in the ground. Approaching a random civilian on the outskirts of the police tape, he asked them, "Did you happen to see the one who did this? Or even better, capture it on video or on your phone?"

Elder Tale: Sapporo the winds of fortune

Well that escalated quickly. I mean that really got out of hand fast. One moment, he and some other adventurers were cutting down low level skeleton mobs. The next, they had been taken down to the very depths of Hell by a large hand. He felt that he should be more shocked by this sudden development, but the party was in clear danger, and as the resident Guardian it was his duty to play the damage sponge and take any incoming hits.

"Anchor Howl!" the Wolf Fang shouted, raising his shield and slamming the bottom into the ground, embedding it into the brimstone beneath his feet. Whatever incoming attack would come, he was ready to tank it for the rest of the group so the squishier members of their impromptu group could lay on the damage. As long as he could stand, and perhaps even after his legs have failed him with his only option to drag his crumpled body across the ashes of Hell, not a single one of them was going to go down. That was his promise to them and himself.

Dxd -A Dance among Devils

You know I'm in. Mainly because I am being held against my will. please send help

@The Irish Tree

Oh Tree, you joker you. No one needs to send any support to the Irish shrubbery that I have in my basement. All is well.