Is it strange that I want to be at school right now
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Look at yourself, what do you see... I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?
(My origin story)
A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC! It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?
Nickname/Alias: The Ripper, Thom (pronounced Tom), Thom the ripper
Gender: Male
Personality: Thom prefers to be called by his name rather than his alias, he can tolerate it but when it comes to the murder of someone he would hate it. Thom the ripper has become somewhat of an urban legend, a deranged psychopath who takes joy in the murder of innocents, Thomas's view is far different. Thom believes himself to be more of a vigilante who saves the people from the evil, not insane, just... different. The killing of people is an art for him, he slashes from the left of the victims chest to the right then diagonal from there, a zig zag line forming, the victim turns into a bloody mass almost as if the chest were ripped apart. Thom is very sane, he just gets ticked off when people calls his works "ripped up bags of flesh and bone". Note: Thomas isn't very good with speaking to people due to him living alone for years.
Biography: His childhood isn't much, he just killed a few rapists before they could touch his mother, of course she didn't like how he turned their bodies into soulless incarnations of the underworld, I mean, who wouldn't. His life went in a straight line from there, the fearful religious mother forced an exorcism with the help of a few tyrannical holy men, again Thom murders two people before they can rape his mother, this time he had gods' protection with holy water and religious symbols. A day later the mother commits suicide, she offed herself by slamming her head into a wall ten times, Thom watched everything and felt nothing, his mother didn't really give him anything in life and these last few days has made him neutral to death. Years later, Thom is a humble citizen... sorry no (he was publicly exiled by the mayor) a humble vigilante, criminal, serial murderer, alleged rapist and thief. (he didn't rape anyone, he's against rape and violence against women, it's not in his religion.) since a year back Thom has felt the need to work in a group, to speak with like minded people instead of watching from the rooftops. he found the guild as it was, run down, a shell of its former self, he didn't care, he'd give about anything for a conversation.
Skills: He can use anything up to a stick to kill someone, his preferred weapon is the knife. He has not many other skills apart from the affinity for killing, climbing, sprinting and enduring a ton of pain.
Equipment: four knives strapped around his belt, his clothes... that's about it...
The color scheme looks good, but it might be better to give them clothes which match that. Alternatively, the bandanas are fine. I can always edit the image.
Are you on Discord, by any chance? It might be easier to discuss this there.
@Aristocles To signify rank and or year level I think a bandana would be pretty cool, coloured bandanas which you tie to your arm, leg, head, neck... etc. each colour representing grade. There might be three year levels; the juniors, midyears and seniors, each having more qualifications, pathways and options.
I symbol
Blue: A junior student who has just joined the school, they are fresh faced and are not permitted to have a vocation. Blue grade juniors will take entry level classes based on fitness, tertiary subjects and basic combat.
Green: A junior student who has ranked up from the blue grade, they are permitted to have a primary vocation but will still have to take other vocational classes. Green grade juniors will take advanced entry level classes based on fitness, endurance, gymnastics, tertiary subjects and vocation based combat.
Red: A junior student who has passed the blue and green grade, they are permitted to choose a primary vocation and a secondary vocation if they so desired. The red grade juniors will take basic classes based on their vocation, for example: a warrior would take advanced physical training and learn weapons combat, to begin with they will learn swords and shields but in the midyears and senior years they will learn everything from battle axes to flails.
II symbol
Every midyear student is in the same class as their vocation, they learn basically the same things but each grade has a different level of mastery than their predecessors, however, in tertiary classes not related to vocation they are separated.
Blue: A midyear student will take vocational classes like red grade juniors, they are in seperate classes based on vocation but in the same class as every other grade in the year level. The blue grade student takes basic vocational classes and tertiary subjects, warrior example: the blue grade student will learn in the same class as his peers and is taught one on one by them in certain situations. They will take practical lessons with them and join them on outings, however, when the blue grade is taking a tertiary subject they will split from the tri grade class and learn within his own grade.
Green: A green grade student takes classes much like the blue grade, they are, however, permitted to take lessons in other weaponry or spells from their peers. A warrior example: the green grade student will learn in the same class with blue and red, they will even teach the lower grade what they have learned. The green grade warrior is permitted to learn basic skills in weapons other than the sword such as maces and great swords, they cannot master the weapon until red grade and the senior school. As like the blue grade, when the green grade has a tertiary lesson then they will split from the tri grade class and learn with his own grade.
Red: The red grade student will take lessons like the predecessing grades, this grade, however, has more of an insight into the senior year, they will take mastery level classes with the blue and green grades, they will learn advanced combat and weapons and magic training, the grade is encouraged to teach their predecessors based on their knowledge of the class.
White III symbol
Black grade: the senior school is made to take an apprenticeship with one of the masters or teachers, they learn expert mastery with their preferred weapon, magic and styles, they can take quests with their master and the master can assign quests to them. They are permitted to teach classes at the school if they are able and they usually take their time to train and study personally, they have less lesson blocks in their time tables and can leave the school at will.
Appearance: A child around 5"8 with relatively short, dark hair, not a buzz cut, the top is just a bit longer which doesn't seem to respect the laws of gravity. His body has a strong build, not from actual fitness but from constant farming, chopping wood and shipping stones on a farm. His skin is tanned but still retains his light shade, cuts line up his arm from abuse, his hands are tough with blisters and scars. Guys' face is red from constant work in the sun, his eyes grey and tired, his skin rubbery. His face isn't what you would call handsome, he is average looking with not much sexual appeal. His clothes appear baggy, dull and worn, his shirt laces up and almost looks like a vest, his shorts drop to his thighs and nearly go below his knees, strapped sandals can be seen on his feet and appear near breaking apart, however, the sandals seem to work perfectly fine even during physical training.
Abilities: He is able to endure most pains and can lift his own weight, he does not have much magical prowess, only understanding basic uses and laws. Swordsmanship, hand to hand combat and practical problems is his forte, he excels in physical training being eager and able to pass through fitness. While being physically capable he is knowledgeable in language and history as well, however, maths is his worst subject, he isn't unable to solve problems, he just needs a few fingers to get past multiplication and division.
Background: He was born into an abusive family which owned a farm, rather than being treated as a child he was made to work as a slave, fighting through the heat and the rain, his only joy was hiding in the fields and playing with the forest sprites. He ran from the farm after learning about the orphanage, the orphanage which trained children to become adventurers, it was a second chance, a chance to leave his life of slavery and farm work.
Appearance: A child around 5"8 with relatively short, dark hair, not a buzz cut, the top is just a bit longer which doesn't seem to respect the laws of gravity. His body has a strong build, not from actual fitness but from constant farming, chopping wood and shipping stones on a farm. His skin is tanned but still retains his light shade, cuts line up his arm from abuse, his hands are tough with blisters and scars. Guys' face is red from constant work in the sun, his eyes grey and tired, his skin rubbery. His face isn't what you would call handsome, he is average looking with not much sexual appeal. His clothes appear baggy, dull and worn, his shirt laces up and almost looks like a vest, his shorts drop to his thighs and nearly go below his knees, strapped sandals can be seen on his feet and appear near breaking apart, however, the sandals seem to work perfectly fine even during physical training.
Abilities: He is able to endure most pains and can lift his own weight, he does not have much magical prowess, only understanding basic uses and laws. Swordsmanship, hand to hand combat and practical problems is his forte, he excels in physical training being eager and able to pass through fitness. While being physically capable he is knowledgeable in language and history as well, however, maths is his worst subject, he isn't unable to solve problems, he just needs a few fingers to get past multiplication and division.
Background: He was born into an abusive family which owned a farm, rather than being treated as a child he was made to work as a slave, fighting through the heat and the rain, his only joy was hiding in the fields and playing with the forest sprites. He ran from the farm after learning about the orphanage, the orphanage which trained children to become adventurers, it was a second chance, a chance to leave his life of slavery and farm work.
Look at yourself, what do you see...
I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?
[color=9e0b0f][u][b](My origin story)[/b][/u][/color]
A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC!
It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Look at yourself, what do you see...<br>I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?<br><br><font color="#9e0b0f"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">(My origin story)</span></span></font><br><br>A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC!<br>It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?</div>