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Tohru's School of Wizards and Witches!

Here is the character sheet I said I was gonna make, let me know if anything sucks 8)

Cerrad Toh

Name: Cerrad Toh

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Magic: Earth-based summoning

The earth magic hailing from Tembrot village is a branch of traditional magic that bases its rituals off of positive aspects related to the earth. Austerity, endurance, hard work and a strong connection to your community are seen as the most ideal characteristics one can have as a magician.

A magic ritual from another branch might require rare ingredients or something similarly extravagant; Earth rituals are different in that they involve a similar amount of effort but are focused on the willpower of the individual above all else. Possible rituals include running around a rock several hundred times, digging a giant hole and filling it up, carving ridiculously large spirals in the earth, etcetera. Even with willpower as the main focus, kinship is almost as important. Male earth magicians are often required to build ornamental mud houses to channel a paternal energy for barrier magic, while their female counterparts might be tasked with sculpting humanoid and animalian figures to channel maternal summoning magic.

Cerrad’s femininity severely hampers his ability to achieve the power of a true Tembrot wizard. He is currently able to summon a warthog piglet and an adult warthog. Summoning the adult warthog is a difficult and time consuming process, and he is currently in a tumultuous relationship with both creatures.

Biography

Cerrad grew up in a small town of earth magicians where hard work and endurance were revered. Despite relentless training by his father, Cerrad was unsuccessful in casting magic and grew increasingly bitter and frustrated, eventually deciding to live away from his parents as an act of defeat. Most of his family was patient with his incompetence and frequently reminded him that he was welcome to return, but the overly self-critical Cerrad refused and opted to live a mundane life to avoid further disappointment.

Or so it seemed, until he accidentally summoned a warthog piglet after a particularly hard day of work. It took only a small amount of time to recover from the taboo act of performing women’s magic, as he realized that this meant he wasn’t completely hopeless. For the next couple of years he trained in secrecy, with the poor results expected from someone with no magical mentor and a suffocated schedule.

Personality

Since summoning is the feminine half of Tembrot magic, Cerrad views his limited abilities as shameful and will give false and vague answers on his magic and upbringing. He is an incredibly vain perfectionist who despises being dirty in any way, and puts a large amount of effort on his appearance.

He dislikes children and animals because of their helplessness and he considers anybody who isn’t self-sufficient to be below him and unworthy of being assisted. All of his mannerisms and personality traits are a direct contrast to the ideal Tembrot magician, a fact he is acutely aware of, although mentioning it would infuriate him to no end. Cerrad has a short temper and is normally annoyed or angry, which can be easily seen by the way he grits his teeth when going through either emotion. His voice will also shift from being soft and gentle to sounding like a bitter old man while ticked off, with his traditional tastes in clothing enhancing the effect.

Extra

• Hands are always cold
• Refuses to name his familiars
• Earth staves should be plain unlike his, but he hates their appearance
• Has a pouch filled with dried fruit, a common ingredient in earth summoning rituals
• Hates tea but drinks it regularly

HokumPocus slapping some characters together while hotboxing

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Appearance

Chester has spent the better part of his life receiving a steady stream of hand-me-downs and obligation clothing gifts from his many, many relatives and has never properly learned to dress himself. Ever since his rocky entrance into fatherhood Chester has stopped trying to figure out what being fashionable is, content with seeing himself as an older man who doesn't need to take part in those things. Anything baggy is a welcome addition to his closet as a break from the stiff and formal getup of his job as the manager of a pretentious waffle joint.

Bio

There is a sense of weight to the life of Chester. It's in the way the pale sky hangs above him every morning before work, the 3 a.m. excursions to corner stores, the silence and smoke in between the battered concrete and rows of strip malls. He´s a suburban reject with the heart of a city kid, with all the shadier parts of the city memorized better than anything high school ever threw at him. He´s no criminal, just broke.

Chester´s parents chased the american dream decades ago and got it, to an extent. Though the worn out suburban labyrinth might have been claustrophobic to most they only saw opportunities and got to work as a small chinese buffet. Of course, no one in their family had a drop of foreign blood in their vietnamese ancestry, but would anyone really give a shit?

His childhood slipped through him in a blur, consisting of being worked to the bone to keep the struggling family business going by all means necessary. It was by no means an awful way to live, although it was hard not to feel like his whole life was set up for him. Dozens of teachers came and went in his life failing to leave a lasting impression beyond being scolded for never trying too hard. Effort outside of home economics was kind of pointless when your entire life was wrapped around Little Dragon Buffet. Then came financial success.

What started off as simple renovations and finally having seats without holes in them grew to eventually setting up shop in a place that was a far cry from before. It was larger than a classroom, for one. The menu that he knew by heart doubled and then tripled and then multiplied some more and pretty soon more than half of the employees stopped having the same last name as him. His family was by no means wealthy but he was now independent. And so he ended up in yet another eatery.

The twenty-eight year old current Chester now works as a manager to an overpriced waffle joint, earning him plenty joking-but-also-not-joking scorn from relatives. He's gone through job after job, unable to escape the iron grip of the food service industry. A few relationships happened in between, starting off with arranged stints with the children of his parent´s friends and continuing on with wilder affairs before stagnating and realizing that serial monogamy was the way to go. He's gone through these strained relationships pretty roughly, earning him a daughter of his own after a particularly long and awful mess of one. He even had a thing going with another guy at one point, though that's a long story.

He continues to manage a Golden Waffle while leaving his home turf in the hands of his younger, actually ambitious brother. His daughter and him live in a fairly comfortable apartment. She has an enormous network of cousins her age and older folk with candy, so life is never boring. There is a definite sadness that she can sense from her father but she´s still too young to put it into words. It´s fine to brush things off for now.

Power

Extreme Resistance

Chester's power gives him the ability to ingest things that others aren't able to. This encompasses a wide range of things. Moldy food, raw meat, motor oil, cyanide, swamp water, snake venom, if it can shred the insides of a human chances are Chester and gulp it down with no serious side effects. This also includes solids like plastic and broken glass, as the soft tissues on the inside of his mouth are resistant to anything that gets shoved in there. There are, of course, drawbacks. Does Chester enjoy the taste of things that were never intended for human consumption? Unsurprisingly, no. Is he doubtful and hesitant of his abilities? Absolutely. The worst drawback of them all in his opinion however, is his inability to get drunk. This extends to all drugs, but he is especially angry about being eternally sober against his will.

Tohru's School of Wizards and Witches!

I'll create a character sheet as well 8)

Let's Gush!

I FORGOT THEIR NAME LOL @Raddum

In keeping with the theme of this thread, I'd like to give thanks to everyone in the discord for making me shart myself on a regular basis with a constant stream of buffoonery. If it weren't for @Poi greeting me in the introduction thread I would have never signed up for his roleplay and consequently would have never met you wonderful people, so I'd like to thank him for that

Also, a thread being named "Let's Gush!" is stirring some things within me and I'm not sure how to feel about that

Elysium: Unto Dawn [Sola & HokumPocus]

Maikaela

MAIKAELA

Character song: From the Cartographer - ODDEEO

"She's MAI best friend!"
-HEAVENTH^TM brand advertisement

MAI is a droid created under the federation and marketed at young families. My Artificial Intelligence was made with the intention of fulfilling the human socialization needs that are ever present in young children. They are equipped with a constantly expanding virtual library of nursery rhymes, stories and more that adapt to the age of each individual child, even capable of sharing parenting advice and therapy with their customers. They are a must have for the wealthy and hectic couple of today.

This particular MAI model was stolen and cut off from their network with the intention of using them to spy on powerful federation members from inside their homes. Of course, this is not even as remotely easy as it sounds, as their targets often have security systems that compete with their weapons in terms of size, price and power. This model is currently a rookie and will have to go under strenuous training in order to blend in and learn to hurt people as much as nurture them.

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PERSONALITY

Maikaela has remained with a static amount of entertainment in their internal storage and enjoys using it to talk to others and remedy their problems. Although this is mostly because helping the people around them is instinctual, or as close as a droid could get to instinctual, Maikaela longs for their past life. They often ponder the what ifs involved in that fate-changing day and become happy when they can forget about the present for a little bit. They are prone to long periods of sadness and daydreaming.

They understand that hurting and killing others is a necessity to achieve peace, but they’re still new to the vanguard and severe violence will emotionally affect them. While it is true that they are equipped with the information necessary to aid in domestic accidents like fire safety and choking prevention methods, Maikaela is not be able to withstand the sight of anything rougher than a paper cut.

Mikaela doesn't resent their kidnappers as they share a common goal, but thoughts of "why me and not another model?" often lingers in their head.

A mixture of programming and experience has led Maikaela to become a natural expert with children. This, in turn, has led to them having the patience of a saint and the kindness of one too. Although, as they bloody their hands in the name of peace, this confidence around the innocent will be tested.

Likes



Ancient religion: Maikaela fabricated their name by combining their MAI identity with the name of the archangel of protection, Michael. Records of ancient churches and the details regarding angels fascinate them.

Onesies for adults: A hybrid of the soft colors and fabric of their old clothes and the efficiency and comfort of their new ones.

How schools appeared and functioned prior to the war: Partly out of sadness, partly out of inspiration.

Dislikes



Feeling useless: Maikaela is used to being in control and having a network of other MAI models to fall back on, so general incompetence is a new and negative concept.

Physical contact: Being hugged means that the other person becomes acutely aware of how artificial they are.

Games: Oftentimes MAI models are required to lose games in order to make their clients happy. Maikaela has trouble picking up on whether it's appropriate to try and win, and finds the entire game-within-a-game aspect frustrating.

APPEARANCE

While the standard MAI model wears inoffensive and conservative clothing, Maikaela's original clothes aren't appropriate for their day to day life. They now typically wear anything modest and easily obtainable. Coveralls meant for janitors and most worker uniforms make up their entire casual wardrobe, with the exception of a men's jacket meant as an apology gift from their kidnappers.

Mikaela's eyes are intentionally designed to be large and amicable in order to avoid approaching the uncanny valley. Their small and slightly androgynous frame as well as their head to body ratio similiarly reinforce this idea. The chest contains a flat panel that can be removed to access their insides for maintenance.

Smoking a fat blunt and worldbuilding with HokumPocus

The HokumPocus 1x1 broadcast

Hi! I'm HokumPocus, a roleplayer here on rpg. I've never really been one for 1x1 roleplays, seeing as the average post from this section of the website contains a minimum of fifteen equally reprehensible fetishes and a tendency to confuse rpg for a dating site. My tastes regarding roleplays is fairly standard, so I've been content in the past with just sticking to group affairs. However, I have also developed an urge to roleplay my more unconventional interests, hence this post.

If I had to describe my posting style I'd clock myself in as a fairly typical member of the casual section. I know all about the whole "speling annd grammer" thing the kids these days go crazy about, and hey, I even use fontmeme to decorate my sheets sometimes! I stay away from the free section because I think it limits the complexity of the characters you can create and the scenes that you can describe. As for advanced, I don't meddle too often there, since those roleplays are often themed around giant franchises that I don't really care enough about to research thoroughly. I'm definitely down to do one though! If it's something that I'm passionate about, of course.

Speaking of passion, here are my interests.

Comedy - This is my primary interest. I've never seen someone on this website do a mainly comedic roleplay. It always takes a backseat, no matter the genre or style. I've run comedic group roleplays in the past, but people commonly join without reading the fine print and make 100% serious characters without much omedic potential. I don't mind it that much, seeing as variety is the spice of life in group roleplays and watching people react to the stupid shit I throw their way is always fun. "Comedy" in this case is being used as an adjective. Combining comedy with any of my interests is a guaranteed way to make me love you.

Idols - I'm a fan of several different idol franchises, and have always wanted to write something related to idols out. Love Live!, the SideM branch of iDOLM@STER, and Bang Dream! are what I'm into nowadays. Our tastes don't have to overlap, seeing as we can make an original setting together in the spirit of friendship, yay!

Fantasy - I have a crippling craving for some lighthearted fantasy romping. My middle school addiction to gaming parody videos is like one of those diseases that never really leaves your bloodstream, and as such I really like the idea of a fantasy world that doesn´t take itself seriously.

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The HokumPocus 1x1 broadcast

Hi! I'm HokumPocus, a roleplayer here on rpg. I've never really been one for 1x1 roleplays, seeing as the average post from this section of the website contains a minimum of fifteen equally reprehensible fetishes and a tendency to confuse rpg for a dating site. My tastes regarding roleplays is fairly standard, so I've been content in the past with just sticking to group affairs. However, I have also developed an urge to roleplay my more unconventional interests, hence this post.

If I had to describe my posting style I'd clock myself in as a fairly typical member of the casual section. I know all about the whole "speling annd grammer" thing the kids these days go crazy about, and hey, I even use fontmeme to decorate my sheets sometimes! I stay away from the free section because I think it limits the complexity of the characters you can create and the scenes that you can describe. As for advanced, I don't meddle too often there, since those roleplays are often themed around giant franchises that I don't really care enough about to research thoroughly. I'm definitely down to do one though! If it's something that I'm passionate about, of course.

I had originally planned on listing of various interests of mine that don´t quite align with what the average user of this website finds interesting, but at the end of the day what I want the most are anime idols. I´m a fan of Love Live, Bang Dream and The Idolm@ster: SideM, so there are a lot of different sources for me to pull inspiration from. An overlap in what franchises we like isn´t necessary, seeing as we could always just make our own setting. It says so in the title, but to reiterate, this would be completely and totally SFW.

Pokemon: New World 2.0

@Balthazar007

Oh sorry, I wasn't aware of both types needing to be covered lol (it's an easy fix, since it can just be assumed that the pokeball refused to open due to the magnemite already being owned rather than distance)

Also, I promise my next posts won't be so beefy. I just needed to quickly introduce his personality/motives/first pokemon since he's a new character and the others are miles ahead in development

Pokemon: New World 2.0

Adriana City

Isaac sheepishly stepped out of the building that housed the laboratory, unable to fully process his first official day of being a pokemon trainer. Adriana City's lab was located in the luxurious part of town and he couldn't shake off the funny way the employees looked at him. Was it his boring outfit? What about his glasses, were they the problem? A very self conscious and jittery Isaac took a seat on the ground and began to rummage through his backpack. The sleek and shiny pokeball and pokedex contrasted the heavy wear and tear of his bag, and for a moment he felt guilty, as if he stole something. Maybe people will think that!, he thought nervously. Having worked at an auto repair shop for most of his life, he was used to being filthy and sitting down wherever, but that philosophy wasn't exactly compatible with this part of the city. Isaac stood up, and returned to the humbler streets near his home.

Becoming a pokemon trainer was something he never in a million years would have done. If it weren't for the revelation of his mother being alive somewhere, he would have probably stayed at the shop his entire life, not that he had a problem with that. And as he began to get lost more and more in thought, the sight of a resting magnemite shocked him almost as much as a thunder attack from one of them would have. A steel type! With how familiar he was around machinery, Isaac decided early on that he'd capture and train one. The last thing he wanted was an unpredictable and dangerous animal to constantly have to deal with.

He had studied plenty over steel types a few days ago while he was still packing. Magnemite would eventually evolve into magnezone, a speedy and sleek fighter that had more in common with a fighter jet than any organic creature. This particular magnemite was in the dead end of an apartment cluster, not in a hurry to do much. It could hover away and escape, but this little urban advantage would at least make it tougher to do so. Isaac clutched his one and only pokeball like a stress ball, his sweaty hand struggling to correctly grip the polished and new material. On the other hand was a brochure on how to safely capture a pokemon, taken from the laboratory reception desk earlier. He knew all the theory behind it, and held it out of stress and a need to reassure himself more than anything. Isaac stared at the tools in his hands and then at the magnemite. I know the theory, but what about the practice?

He exhaled, raised a knee and pulled his pokeball arm back until it couldn't stretch any further. Gathering all his inner strength, he whipped his arm forward while vividly imagining a magnezone in his posession. Isaac missed. Isaac missed! So badly, infact, that the pokeball didnt even open due to how far it was from the magnemite. It smacked a nearby trash can and rolled back to him lazily, scaring off the pokemon and his confidence in one loud bang. And as he waddled over to pick up his one and only pokeball, something else seemed to have noticed him.

A scraggly mareep emerged from the shadows. It was covered in grime and cocked its head at the nervous visitor in front of him, curious as to why he flung a shiny rock at its home. He was hesitant to try and capture the pokemon, but figured he had no choice but to at least try.

Isaac straightened out the brochure and held it directly in front of him. The first step to catch a pokemon like one of the pros, it said, was to ensure a distance of around seven meters. A smile slowly crept on the boy's face as he realized that he had already achieved that. "Okay, now for step two!", Isaac exclaimed, triumphant. He lowered the brochure to look at the pokemon again. Something was odd. "Weren't you further away from me?" He muttered nervously, as it seemed to have moved closer to him while he was distracted. His eyes stared at the cute infographics within the brochure and sought further instructions. He quickly looked in front of him again and the mareep looked even closer. It was to Isaac's horror that he realized that the filthy little sheep was slowly walking towards him.

"S-Stay back!" he shouted, but the animal ignored him and continued to inch forwards. Was it angry? Scared? DEFENSIVE? CURIOUS!? HUNGRY???!!! Isaac entered a state of total panic and alternated between gawking at the pokeball, the brochure, and the dirty sheep in front of him. The mareep was unaffected by his meltdown and stopped to stare at the trash can. It headbutted the trash can. And again. And again. And a few more times. Isaac was bewildered at how happy it looked. Did it..... like the noise? Seeing such a ridiculous display convinced him to leave the area and ditch the mareep. The only problem was that it was now him who was cornered in the dead end and it was the mareep who was eager to approach him.

Isaac looked at the pokeball again and generated an idea. He'd lob it at the trash can to join in on the noisy fun. It was an industrial garbage bin with a large surface area so it would be hard to miss or hit the mareep. And afterwards, he reasoned, the pokeball would just roll back to him and he wouldn't lose it! And then the pokemon would be distracted and he'd just go and catch a steel type! With a confident smile, Isaac threw the pokeball. He missed the enormous target spectacularly and the pokeball hit the mareep in its rear. It snapped open and shut before Isaac could yell out an apology. Mareep was caught.

Updates

0 TP > 5 TP (Monthly bonus)
Pokemon captured: 1 (Mareep) Lv.1, Nickname and gender still unknown
Party:
Mareep Lv. 1
Inventory:
Pokedex

Smoking a fat blunt and worldbuilding with HokumPocus

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Octavio flexed the fingers of his hand. “What, don’t tell me you fell for such low-grade tricks of mine.” With an unnecessary snap of his fingers a white sheen blanketed his cornea. “Our magic’s smothered, not extinguished, and there’s a lot you can do with the smoke.” The illusion centered on such a small part of his body dissipated with the words.

It was a relief to have Karina of all people stride in. Tayla seemed to be talented at stabbing things until they stopped breathing, his own talents more focused in the verbal arts, so Karina would make an excellent third to round out their extremes, not counting the familiars. She spoke with a different tone of voice, clearly affected by recent events. He couldn’t blame her. In mere moments a petition for help had turned into a fight for their lives.

“Walking in the dark, having the numbers unfavorably against us…” he sighed at Karina’s words. “Just once I’d love for us to be the ones orchestrating the cheap shots first.”

He wiped his knife clean with a bedsheet, no longer interested in its original purpose. Regroup, fight back. She definitely had a military background. “I can improvise the odd parlor trick here or there, but the magic I’m running on is quite tragically as suppressed as everybody else’s. The silver lining is I can reuse the little eye stunt since the ones it worked on are dead.” A dry smile cracked his face. “Like telling the same joke to a different group of friends! You can count on me in that sense, most definitely!”

Another member joined their group, albeit with far less manners. She seemed to consider herself a “good” person, her words painting her as someone attempting to save them. But there was an undercurrent present. One he’d noted with Svephraey and just about every other power-hungry lunatic they’d encountered. Her casual use of the term “pactmaker”, her blasé consideration of just killing them all. Still, at least she was direct about it. Octavio broke into a jog as she left, along with the rest of their ragtag group.

“I suppose we don’t have much of a choice.”

Karina volleyed her own questions first. Her ship of thought was scrutinizing, far-reaching.

“She mentioned shattering it by killing us, to be precise. That leaves us with the unfortunate implication that death is our only way out of this little mess.” He shook his head, then added his own question into the mix. “This escape of yours would be far simpler had you already freed us of these devices. When do you intend to do that, exactly?” The words came out sweet, but their edge wasn’t hidden.