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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?
Name: Raulph Mauser Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: human Appearance:
Personality: Raulph tries to stay stoic in his job but fails constantly in doing so, his stoic behaviour comes from his training in the military which is precisely what it aims to do, make men out of boys. When he is not on the job he is quite cheerful, cracking a joke when the need arises. He carefully chooses his friends and those he stands by, he works with trustworthy people and tries to be as empathic as possible. He enjoys the company of others and is a very kid friendly person, being optimistic and outgoing he finds company easily. Brief Backstory: He was born in a low wealth family from Grandia, his father a sickly war veteran and his mother a trauma victim, he grew and found comfort in the sizeable military of Grandia. He trained as a rifleman, not being eligible for specialised roles, though, a few months after enlistment he was made to join the great-armour programme as a pilot. Now he works as a pilot for the "Mark V Titan Armour", a mobile tank capable of destroying a whole city by itself, he calls it Sascha. Abilities: - Human: He has the knowledge and power of a human also being in the majority of the populace, this means he has more freedom in racist areas. - Low magical ability: He is capable of simple magic like flight and barriers, he uses his magic mostly to aid in hand to hand combat. Skills: - Basic training: He is trained to fight and knows how to survive in the wild and in combat situations. - Rifleman: He has advanced knowledge in combat and survival, he is a killing machine. - Mechanic: He is able to repair the internal functions of the suit, he cannot do much about the armour though. Equipment: - Mark V Titan Armour, a large suit of armour or Great Armour, there are four semi-automatic cannons that fire destructive rounds comparable to artillery rounds, gunports are seen in different areas of the suit for average soldiers to sit and fire in. - Semi-automatic handgun - Mechanics kit Origin: Grandian
His face stung as the wings of flame dispersed into nonexistence, a smoke had appeared before and led to the vampires disappearing. Of course, the use of his full power would mean he'd lose a significant amount of energy, which he did, taking on noble vampires is a hard task and six at a time is insane for the average hunter, he was not an average hunter. Alaia approached Nathaniel and proposed his entry into their party of "good guys", from what he'd learned of the world there is no such thing as a good guy, not before nor after the coming of the demonfolk. Nathaniel did seem to understand that they stood by him in the destruction of the oncoming demonkin, if it weren't for them he would have been killed by the deformed werewolf beast, this meant he would refrain from testing them until later. He knew Alaia, he used to be her friend, he might still be but it has been so long since he last spoke to her, for the sake of friendship he would follow her, though, for the sake of humanity he would stay a hunter. "You may not remember me, Alaia, but as your friend I will follow you... you used to call me Nate, I used to call you Ai..."
The flames licked his face through the helmet, his wings grew large, engulfing the surrounding wood in flames, a second later he was at the throat of a vampire, sword through his mouth. The sword engulfed his head in flames, then the rest of his body, holy light shone as Nathaniel slowly removed the blade, a few steps towards the next vampire and it fell back, it wasn't ready to die, it even thought that it wouldn't die. There were now two dead vampires, their heads burned to ash and again he walked forward, those surrounding Leonel seemed the same as the others, easy kills, instead he looked to the vampire named Cain, their leader it seemed. He launched forward, brandishing his holy weapon, he struck down on Cain...
@BoyMom035 Eugene ran into the door a few times, chain not breaking, a few more times and he stopped, there was no getting through. "god damnit!", he punched the door, he couldn't leave Aaron to die.
Nathaniel stood waiting for the girl to take the test, that was until a vampire of unknown origin appeared out of nowhere, it spoke but Nathaniel did not listen, he only readied his blade to strike. Alaia stood ready behind them, as always, shouting "combat position!", the second hunter unsheathed his blade as a huge disfigured werewolf appeared, its multiple heads frightened him, causing him to charge at it and swing hit after hit at the beast. (The hunter is expendable, do whatever you want with him.) Nathaniel disliked his situation, however he could not leave, not if Alaia is here. Nathaniel coupled his holy magic with fire, spreading out wings of fiery light, sword now glowing furiously with divine runes of fire, spitting flames, this would wound Nathaniel more than when he last did it, it was why he always wore a helmet.
@Alivefalling For the sake of roleplay do you mind if my character is old friends with Alaia? She just doesn't recognise him due to his helmet... and other things...
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>
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