@Black Alice vFear posted, albeit in the last sentence of the second paragraph, that she set off from the temple into the forest. She's not in the temple anymore, in other words.
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It'd be nice if we had a Discord server or something. That way the OOC doesn't get over-inflated and it isn't a pain in the ass to look for relevant information.
With the girl's eyes closed, an ear-shattering, thunderous screech of what sounded like a bald eagle. Accompanied by it, the chorus of flapping which filled the air, no softer than the strident scream that acted as its prelude. Amassed above the summoning circle, a large flock of bald eagles all clumped together into a vaguely humanoid shape. As the spell neared its closing, the birds dispersed, seeming to dematerialize as they left the circle, leaving the room covered in black and white feathers. Standing at the center of the circle, with proud and solemn bearing, the visage of a young man with long, red hair and a suit. In his right hand, the barrel of a matchlock rifle, the wooden stock posted on the ground.
Through his nose, the man took his first breath. With his left foot, he took his first step. His hand picked up his rifle, switching with his left as his right slid down to the wooden rifle grip. The barrel was pointed down, away from the girl. The man cracked his neck to the left and to the right. His shoulders rolled back and forth, popping into place.
The revived president looked around, still in his circle, as if searching for someone taller, though only seeing the girl in front of him. The servant kicks around his summoning circle before sauntering out of it, rifle held in hand. He held his right arm over his rifle, keeping it stable against his body as his left hand reached out. His palm pressed gently against the girl's cheek.
Then, with a short back-swing, he slapped the girl across the face. "How 'bout put on some clothes?" he barked, southern drawl hanging heavily on his words. "I don't see nobody else 'round, unless you wizards can turn invisible. Ain't nobody bossin' me around in their underwear."
Through his nose, the man took his first breath. With his left foot, he took his first step. His hand picked up his rifle, switching with his left as his right slid down to the wooden rifle grip. The barrel was pointed down, away from the girl. The man cracked his neck to the left and to the right. His shoulders rolled back and forth, popping into place.
The revived president looked around, still in his circle, as if searching for someone taller, though only seeing the girl in front of him. The servant kicks around his summoning circle before sauntering out of it, rifle held in hand. He held his right arm over his rifle, keeping it stable against his body as his left hand reached out. His palm pressed gently against the girl's cheek.
Then, with a short back-swing, he slapped the girl across the face. "How 'bout put on some clothes?" he barked, southern drawl hanging heavily on his words. "I don't see nobody else 'round, unless you wizards can turn invisible. Ain't nobody bossin' me around in their underwear."
Well @Black Alice, it seems you've already posted. I wish we did a little coordination first so it ended up a looking flashier. Oh well.
"Hey Sparky. Hangin' on alright back there?" Snider, for a split second, turned his head back to call toward the other demon hunter referring to himself Zio Heart.
Snider's body was facing directly toward his opponent, a tall, wolf-like demon. The muscles in Sniders arms popped out, making themselves visible as he gripped tightly against the pistol-grip of his machine gun. The barrel was pointed down, rain water trickling off the steel muzzle. Snider himself was drenched, lengthy beard completely soaked, bogging down the veteran hunter. The stock of his machine gun was pressed against the pocket of his right shoulder, beard parted away from the particular area. The bipod was folded inward, held in Snider's left hand. His finger was off the trigger, the tip of his index finger pointed out toward the ground. The hunter grimaced, glaring threateningly at his demonic foe.
Squared off, the demon hunter tread slowly around his hunt. With each step, the clattering of his two rocket-hammers against his studded leather belt was barely audible through the pattering of rain drops against the park grounds.
"Come on, fido." the hunter mocked Fenn. "Not scared of some old bag of bones like me, are ya'?"
Snider's body was facing directly toward his opponent, a tall, wolf-like demon. The muscles in Sniders arms popped out, making themselves visible as he gripped tightly against the pistol-grip of his machine gun. The barrel was pointed down, rain water trickling off the steel muzzle. Snider himself was drenched, lengthy beard completely soaked, bogging down the veteran hunter. The stock of his machine gun was pressed against the pocket of his right shoulder, beard parted away from the particular area. The bipod was folded inward, held in Snider's left hand. His finger was off the trigger, the tip of his index finger pointed out toward the ground. The hunter grimaced, glaring threateningly at his demonic foe.
Squared off, the demon hunter tread slowly around his hunt. With each step, the clattering of his two rocket-hammers against his studded leather belt was barely audible through the pattering of rain drops against the park grounds.
"Come on, fido." the hunter mocked Fenn. "Not scared of some old bag of bones like me, are ya'?"
On Lu: I'm assuming she was born and raised in China. Did the family stay in China? Or did they move somewhere else to have the other kids? The Chinese one child policy was enacted in 1980- 5 years before your character was born. I'm not the GM though. I just got curious.
I clicked this thinking the title was "Man who Fell to Earth". Er. You guys don't seem to have set slots. I'm a little stretched for the time being, but I might plop down a character some time in the future. Hopefully y'all don't close applications by then.
Gonna bump to see if we can get fresh blood.
So how many people are we looking for; otherwise, when are we starting?
Name: Andrew Jackson
Class: Archer
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Alignment: Lawful Good
Personality: One of the most controversial Presidents. Bold, decisive, and not afraid to displace whole populations of peoples. Andrew Jackson is confident. Focused on survival, not only for himself but also his people; Andrew Jackson is not afraid to use power against those who he sees as a threat. He cares little for public image, but manages to garner it anyways due simply to his powerful character. Andrew Jackson is proud. He's proud of his country, and he's proud of his power. Hates Indians; Hates banks.
History: Andrew Jackson was born on March 15, 1767. In the year of 1824, Jackson became 7th the president of the most powerful nation on Earth- America. He survived 103 duels. He was able to make love with a woman who was already married. Once, Andrew Jackson beat his would-be assassin with a cane until the had to be pulled back by senators because he was being too rough. In one duel, Jackson got shot, raised his pistol, then shot the other duelist with a bullet near his ear. In his term, he kicked out the native Indians to the west. He also killed the national bank. Against the 8000 redcoats, Andrew Jackson defended New Orleans. The British suffered 2100 casualties, all commanding officers killed while only sustaining 13 deaths with 58 injured. British tears were shed that day. Once, he received a 1400 pound black of cheese. For two years, his wife complained about the smell. Using the power of freedom, he gives the common man forks to come over to eat said cheese. It is gone in 2 hours. As accomplished a man as he was, he was merely a man, susceptible to age and disease. He finally died in The Hermitage by a combination of dropsy and heart failure. It was a sad day for America, Andrew Jackson finally died. It is said that at his funeral, his parrot had to be removed because it swore too much.
Weapon: Flint-lock Rifle
Parameters:
Strength: D
Endurance: C
Agility: C
Mana: D
Luck: B
Class Skills:
Magic Resistance: D
The Archer can resist single action spells to the level of an enchanted amulet, but cannot shrug off greater rituals or spells with otherwise high thaumaturgy.
Independant Action: B
Archer can move for three days without a contract, and can live for a period of time after sustaining damage to magical core.
Personal Skills:
Bravery: C
Archer is less affected by outside emotional influence and possesses strong intestinal fortitude.
Military Tactics: B
Archer can utilize tactical knowledge in combat of any scale.
Weak Constitution: C
Often coughs up blood, and body occasionally shakes. Caused by a musketball lodged in his chest.
Noble Phantasm(s):
Name: Trail of Tears
Title: Act of Removal
Rank: B
NP Type: Anti-Army
Range: 1-30
Maximum Number of Targets: 1-6000
Description:
An order to move Native Americans from the South of United States, Westward towards an area marked as "Indian Territory". This Noble Phantasm creates a field around Andrew Jackson. The field then repels every individual within the field which doesn't identify as an ally of Andrew Jackson, and cannot enter the field for the duration of one hour. Attacks made by those outside of the field do not affect those within the field, however attacks made in the field still affect those outside the field. However, should 6,000 entities come near the field, a 6,001th and so on will be capable of simply walking through. In order to use this Noble Phantasm, Andrew Jackson must recite the entirety of the Indian Removal Act.
Class: Archer
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Alignment: Lawful Good
Personality: One of the most controversial Presidents. Bold, decisive, and not afraid to displace whole populations of peoples. Andrew Jackson is confident. Focused on survival, not only for himself but also his people; Andrew Jackson is not afraid to use power against those who he sees as a threat. He cares little for public image, but manages to garner it anyways due simply to his powerful character. Andrew Jackson is proud. He's proud of his country, and he's proud of his power. Hates Indians; Hates banks.
History: Andrew Jackson was born on March 15, 1767. In the year of 1824, Jackson became 7th the president of the most powerful nation on Earth- America. He survived 103 duels. He was able to make love with a woman who was already married. Once, Andrew Jackson beat his would-be assassin with a cane until the had to be pulled back by senators because he was being too rough. In one duel, Jackson got shot, raised his pistol, then shot the other duelist with a bullet near his ear. In his term, he kicked out the native Indians to the west. He also killed the national bank. Against the 8000 redcoats, Andrew Jackson defended New Orleans. The British suffered 2100 casualties, all commanding officers killed while only sustaining 13 deaths with 58 injured. British tears were shed that day. Once, he received a 1400 pound black of cheese. For two years, his wife complained about the smell. Using the power of freedom, he gives the common man forks to come over to eat said cheese. It is gone in 2 hours. As accomplished a man as he was, he was merely a man, susceptible to age and disease. He finally died in The Hermitage by a combination of dropsy and heart failure. It was a sad day for America, Andrew Jackson finally died. It is said that at his funeral, his parrot had to be removed because it swore too much.
Weapon: Flint-lock Rifle
Parameters:
Strength: D
Endurance: C
Agility: C
Mana: D
Luck: B
Class Skills:
Magic Resistance: D
The Archer can resist single action spells to the level of an enchanted amulet, but cannot shrug off greater rituals or spells with otherwise high thaumaturgy.
Independant Action: B
Archer can move for three days without a contract, and can live for a period of time after sustaining damage to magical core.
Personal Skills:
Bravery: C
Archer is less affected by outside emotional influence and possesses strong intestinal fortitude.
Military Tactics: B
Archer can utilize tactical knowledge in combat of any scale.
Weak Constitution: C
Often coughs up blood, and body occasionally shakes. Caused by a musketball lodged in his chest.
Noble Phantasm(s):
Name: Trail of Tears
Title: Act of Removal
Rank: B
NP Type: Anti-Army
Range: 1-30
Maximum Number of Targets: 1-6000
Description:
An order to move Native Americans from the South of United States, Westward towards an area marked as "Indian Territory". This Noble Phantasm creates a field around Andrew Jackson. The field then repels every individual within the field which doesn't identify as an ally of Andrew Jackson, and cannot enter the field for the duration of one hour. Attacks made by those outside of the field do not affect those within the field, however attacks made in the field still affect those outside the field. However, should 6,000 entities come near the field, a 6,001th and so on will be capable of simply walking through. In order to use this Noble Phantasm, Andrew Jackson must recite the entirety of the Indian Removal Act.
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