Hippocamp

Fire Emblem: Arise (Low Casual FE Based RP set in an Original World)

So definitely only six? Would love to join but looks like there have been lots of applications. qq

Mass Effect RP

*bandwagons in*

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

I was thinking about doubling down on characters too. : p
Not that writing a ton about Uril won't be fun.

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

Shoop baby shoop

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

@JunkMail It's hard to tell where each of the characters are right now. Are we all supposed to be in the same vicinity?

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

"Hey guys I'm social"

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

Uril Miller

They tried some of the drink Uril had bought for them with a tiny amount of his station credits. “If you rack up enough credits, you can buy a sofa to sit on. The kicker is, the sofas are great as a reminder of what home is like. At least for me, I had some of my best experiences on a sofa. It’s really second only to a bed.” Uril was having another fairly one sided conversation with one of the fresh-off-the-boat meta humans from Earth.

“Yeah.” They said. It was a man who looked like the most dirt-covered thing the whole station had to offer. Uril wondered if it was some drawback of his meta human ability. He was glad that the bee was very cleanly. It didn’t even require any upkeeping. This man looked like he had washed himself a hundred times in vain. His eyes were weary, hands covered with calluses, and even now his space flight standard issue clothing was looking more soiled by the minute. It could just be a trick of the light though… Uril thought. Though he wasn’t much for sitting in speculation on the issue. This guy would probably forget who had bought him the apple cider on his first day, he was just that type of man. One entrenched in… His own thoughts, and also, dirtiness.

Uril stood and walked away from the table, with a slight motion of his hand in farewell. He heard thin wings rustling in his right ear, as the bee decided to take flight as well. ”Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Uril called after it. He would go on with his routine: it was time to have a seat somewhere he wouldn’t feel so examined. Somewhere like his couch. He had been to two of the arrivals of newbies thus far, and both times it had felt like the examiners were simply letting their dogs sniff new ones. Uril wasn’t a conventional dog, or a conventional meta human, so he would be going his own way for the rest of the day. Judge away, poindexters… Uril thought to himself. It’s never to late to seize the day, even after watching dozens of space-sickened zombies mill their way aboard.

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

@SepticGentleman Another shitlord is born.

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

Uril Miller

Uril Miller

⫸ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷

▼ | S T A T S : |

▸ B I R T H N A M E : | Uril Miller
▸ N I C K N A M E / A L I A S : | Beekeeper
▸ G E N D E R : | Male
▸ A G E : | 18
▸ H E I G H T : | 6’2”
▸ W E I G H T : | 190 lbs
▸ E T H N I C I T Y : | Caucasian, American
▸ Y E A R : | Freshman

▼ | P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N : |

Uril is built like the Parthenon, though he doesn’t do anything to earn the muscle he appears to be sporting. It could be chalked up to being meta-human, but that’s probably not it. He looks stalwart, like someone you could trust to catch you if you fell from a mezzanine, and he would probably toss you back up there laughing all the way. No, not that strong. But he definitely looks the part: with a chiseled face and immense chest, he is completely dashing.

Uril is in the possession of a giant bumblebee, the size of a puppy, that is linked with his meta-human powers. This creature is mostly present on his back between his shoulder blades, clinging there, or perched around his shoulder area. It has been known to cause some uproar for those squeamish over insects. It has been tested thoroughly by researches however, and as it turns out, the bee is not technically an insect: it possesses Uril’s DNA in exact replica. So in effect, it is a detached part of him, functioning on it’s own, and appearing as an overgrown bee. Really overgrown.

⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷

▼ | P E R S O N A L I T Y : |

Uril is very passionate about the emotions of everyone around him, and enjoys seeing people holding hands and such. He’s glad to be of help when he thinks a friend or acquaintance needs guidance, sometimes overstepping his bounds and attempting to advise them too much. He just hates seeing people make mistakes when they could have simply listened to him. He is overly sensitive to backlash or ridicule, and is also very prideful in his own abilities (whether it be his meta-human power or his smarts). He prefers to not be upstaged, though he recognizes when someone is freakishly better at something than he is (which has been known to happen aboard The Promise.)

▼ | B A C K S T O R Y : |

Uril was taken aboard The Promise at a very young age, though he still receives pictures of his parents every week. They show off the things they typically do around the house, and he also gets to see them at work, since they both have careers in acting. Uril fancies acting himself but realizes how out of place it would be aboard The Promise: it’s hard to escape the feeling of sterility and being observed and summed up, and to jump into the skin of a character. Once he was reprimanded for smashing a security camera, when he discovered it had been recently placed in a stowed-away corner of The Promise that he enjoyed spending time in. Besides this he entirely gets along with his colleagues aboard the station.

⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

▼ | P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N : |

Other

▼ | P O W E R D E S C R I P T I O N : |

BOON OF THE POLLINATOR: Uril is able to send forth rays of golden dust from either his hands or his bee companion, “Officer Bee”. These rays are composed of unique independent enzymes and electrons, paired with biological energy cells, that allow them to land on a subject and begin to distribute themselves, healing them from the outside in. The rays travel at a very high velocity, slightly faster than that of an arrow shot from a modern compound bow, and make a very soft bell sound as they collide. They are extremely unlikely to miss even a running target, as the energy propelled enzymes will seek a living subject, guiding their trajectory. It is possible they can be intercepted by an unintended target, however. Beyond a certain amount of rays received, a subject being healed will be oversaturated, and will not be able to be healed any more rapidly. This means that while the Boon can keep a subject patched up, it cannot keep up with large amounts of sustained trauma. The Boon will however last on a target for almost an hour, glowing as it fixes up their skin and internal damage.

REFORM: By fusing together with his bee companion, Uril takes on a new form, and appears entirely monstrous. In this shape Uril appears as a hulking bee with some semblance of human physique left over, hunched and covered in matted hair thick with sparkling dust. He loses his ability to speak or the utilize the Boon, but the healing enzymes and energy begin to work overtime on keeping his body in perfect condition, resulting in rapid regeneration. This can assist him in such a dramatic way as the regrowth of lost limbs, those lost prior to transforming or during the adoption of the mega-bee form. His physical strength does not increase as a result of the shape change, and although wings are present on his back, they cannot be used to achieve extended flight, only to provide for dramatically lengthened leap distance. The stinger of his abdomen contains powerful venom, but is lost when a target is stung, leaving it embedded in them. It is Uril’s only mode of attack besides pinning an opponent down with his sheer weight in this form.

▼ | L I M I T S | W E A K N E S S E S : |

While Uril is at almost no risk of ashing, he can be made to suffer greatly from harm done to his companion bee. He is psychologically linked with the bee and can sense when it is in pain, immediately doing anything he can to remove it from danger’s path. This can result in him losing focus on an important task if his companion is threatened. If the bee is killed, Uril will suffer from being immediately stunned with loss, taking time to recover, then moving into a phase of grief afterward. Only after about a week is the bee able to be resurrected, with an additional week required if the body cannot be recovered, as Uril focuses his healing rays into crafting an entirely remade bee.

⫸ O T H E R ⫷

Nooooope

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

Uril Miller

There wasn’t much that stopped Uril’s good moods. He was watching the fresh faces introduce themselves to the old ones. Old and covered in scales, thought Uril, as he saw Olin’s hide walking on the promenade, bantering with some partner. Uril’s bee rested calmly on his shoulder: though the air was a bit chill in this big chamber, the amount of people bustling to and fro simulated warmth. The bee’s wings only shuddered from time to time: Uril would have to take him to the tropic biodome for a short period today, as a treat. Luckily the bee was never over stimulated by crowds, and it was able to remain poised. It would be terrible to cause a panic for new students, making them imagine the station had a giant bee infestation.

It was warm, in a way. Everyone was being welcomed aboard the station, and although many were queasy, they would be adapting quickly enough. They had artificial gravity to thank for that, though Uril doubted anyone but the most bookish types knew who had invented it. Last year the labs handed out special nausea medicine to the newly orbiting folk: however it had the unexpected result of many green-haired freshman. Since it wasn't conducive to fitting in, the medicine was scrapped, and now the students had to find their “sea legs” on their own.

“You’ve just stepped out of a rocket that was based on another rocket, which was designed by a man who built rockets for the German fascists to try to irradiate the entire British isles with! How do you feel kid?” Uril patted a young girl with vibrant hair on the back handily. ”Someday I’ll fly down on one of those rockets, and I’ll hope they didn’t just strap a carseat onto a warhead for me! Hahaha!” Uril felt like the first mate of the Promise for a few moments, rather proud of his own ability to be merry. He spotted some men in suits with long weapons, tranquilizer rifles, standing in the shade on a mezzanine. One even had a tazer spear with him. Well trained men… Uril thought. Not to be challenged, and they stood up there declaring it with their gaze. They were there to escort a dangerous case meta-human, one who had wanted to see the new arrivals but who was too much of a risk to themselves and others to visit unguarded. It was someone a good deal smaller than their surrounding Promise militant police, and sealed away inside a hazmat suit. For a moment Uril thought he could feel their eye contact, because while he gazed up at them the whole station seemed to be gliding over earth just a little more slowly.

Uril stood tall, and as time caught back up to regular pace, the giant bumble bee crawled onto the crown of his head and seemed to scout for him. ”There’s all this view from up in space, but what’s everyone really looking for?” Uril projected his thought into speech unknowingly.