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Finally got a post up. Sorry about that. Some stuff came up, I may be a little busy for like, the next five days. I'll be in here a tad sporadically xD

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Red

Redmond "Red" Walsh

Full Name: Redmond Silva Oliviera Walsh
Nicknames: Red
Age: 23
Sex: Male


Appearance: Red looks older than he is. He's got slight bags under his eyes and a general tired appearance. He almost always looks at the very least exhausted. He dresses very plain, and most of his wardrobe consists of white button-down shirts, a few ties, a wind breaker, sneakers, and a small assortment of jeans, dickeys, and slacks, which are all either tan or black, as well as his favorite article, a tan, detective-style trench coat with a multitude of pockets. He has olive skin and mostly black hair, save for the shock of auburn at the tips that slowly burns crimson at the very ends. His eyes are a very bright brown, with an almost gold tint. He very much so takes after his mother, Adriana Guyana, a beautiful Brazilian woman, in his skin tone, complexion, and eye color. However, his facial features, build and the defiant red hair are the spitting image of his father, John Walsh. He is fit, which comes from great genes and working physical jobs like roofing and warehouse.
Personality: Red truly is a pretty decent guy. He's friendly, approachable, and would honestly give the shirt off of his back to someone who really needed it. That said, he also has problems getting and staying motivated. He can be distant at times, and has the horrible habit of bottling his emotions. That combined with an extremely long fuse, a common trait shared by many older brothers, makes it hard to get around the mask of aloofness he puts on to keep what he's feeling hidden. Growing up he was always a bit precocious, and even as an adult he has a perspective that seems beyond his years. In most of his groups of friends he ends up in the "nurturer" role. He's the designated driver, he'll make sure you aren't too blasted, or wishing for death in the morning, and he's provided a shoulder to cry on more times than he can count.
Biographical Information: Redmond is kind of the black sheep. He is the oldest of four and has accomplished the least. His siblings have either already started their careers or are currently on the fast track to success. Meanwhile he had average grades in high school, dropped out of college, and now makes ends meet by working random odd jobs, from tech support to dog walking and babysitting. He lives in a one-bedroom apartment and all three of his girlfriends all left him when they realized he simply had no potential. All he has was a sponge brain, and was good at committing new details to memory. He's the kind of guy that everyone gives up on, because he gives up on himself. The only one to ever maintain the belief that one day he would amount to more than anyone would credit him for is his father, John. His father is the kind of man that spent his youth making a living at the cost of his body, and is now a fit old man with achy joints and a warm smile. He is the reason Red even goes outside at this point, much preferring to stay in and watch tutorials on YouTube for stuff he couldn't already do.

Honestly, he'd pretty much just given up and accepted his own mediocrity. He was fine with his life. That was when it happened.

He couldn't tell you why or how, barely remembers the day, but suddenly he was unconscious and when he came to, he was in a cell.

Ability: Conjuration.

Red can summon items by changing their location in space time. To do this, he first must know where the item is. He then has to imagine the item in its location, the clearer the image the better. Then he merely changes the location of the item to the palm of his hand or his pocket, and it appears there. It appears to only work with inanimate objects, and while he hasn't tested the size or weight limit thoroughly, smaller objects are much, much easier on him.
Strengths, Skills, Weaknesses:
+ Red has a photographic memory.
+ He's fairly athletic.
+ He's worked a wide array of jobs, and as such has a wide array of situationally applicable skills, such as roofing, knot tying, and whittling.
+ He's level headed. He's not going to become demoralized and give up easily.
+ Red loves the heat, and has a strange almost immunity to it. He wears his coat in 90 degree weather without complaint.
- Red is a smoker. Not only does his addiction cause changes in his mood and temperament, the damage to his lungs from the years causes him to become short of breath more quickly.
- He's kinda lazy. He's got a good sense of fight or flight, but struggles to find motivation in most things.
- He tends to look too deeply into things, as opposed to seeing the big picture. This can distract him from accomplishing goals.
- He is highly susceptible to headaches and migraines. Using his power can make a pre-existing one worse.
- Red absolutely abhors the cold. He can barely function when it's below forty five degrees.

Other: When using his power repeatedly, the irides of his eyes will take a slight crimson hue, and the sclera become bloodshot.

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"Good morning, Subject #217."

The man walked up to the glass box with a clipboard in hand, flanked by two security officers. He was fit and slightly past middle-aged. He had the whole silver fox thing going for him. Handsome old man. Parted, silver hair with a light sprinkling of silver stubble covering the lower part of his face. His voice was also nice. Friendly. Honestly, Dr. Wiltmann had been nothing but nice this whole time. He seemed to genuinely care. He respected boundaries, tried to get to know the subjects.

All the more reason why he could go fuck himself.

"Subject #217? Redmond--"

"Is it?"

On the other side of the glass, the younger, taller man finally spoke, voice scratchy from going unused. His stubble was unkempt, a deep red. His hair was the same color, and hung limply, just barely making it to his eyes, matted to his forehead with sweat. He had an athletic build, still in his physical prime at twenty three. Well, as much as one could tell in his gray jumpsuit. It wasn't exactly flattering. "Is what, 217?" Wiltmann looked curious. 217's, Redmond's, face slowly tilted upward, his golden brown eyes peering darkly into Wiltmann's silvery blue. He let the seconds stretch before speaking again. "Is it a good morning? Is it morning? I can't really tell. Y'know. Because of the cell." Wiltmann sighed. "Still feeling... standoffish, then? Red, you've really got to--" "My friends called me Red. My dad. My sister. Never my mom, though. She always hated that nickname. Hearing it out of your mouth, I can see why." Wiltmann shook his head and began writing in his clipboard. Red dropped his gaze to it. "Okay 217, it's time to..." Wiltmann looked up to see Red staring intently at the clipboard. "Oh, dammit--" before he could speak another word, it was in Red's hand on the other side of the glass.

"Let's see here..." Red began. "Uncooperative. Immature. Unmotivated. Jeez, doc, tell me how you really feel." The security guards raised their pistols at him. "I'm going to open the cell and retrieve my clipboard. If you move, they will open fire." Red lowered his face, covering his eyes again and smirking, before eventually turning around. "Sure thing. Go for it." He heard the glass door open. Red looked down at his hands. In one of them he held the pin to a flash grenade. He put his hands up and plugged his ears just before the loud ringing noise. When he turned around, the guards and scientist were on the ground, screaming and holding their eyes. He had to act fast. They had both dropped their guns when the flash went off. He grabbed it and brought the handle of the pistol down on their temples, one after another. They stopped moving. He'd never done this before. He hoped he hadn't accidentally killed them. Although, in the moment, he wasn't that bothered.

He rolled, pushed, and dragged them all into the cell and closed the door. He turned around in time to see a few more guards run into the room. Shit! He put his hands up as they all leveled assault rifles at him and began barking orders. He slowly got to his knees, never taking his eyes of the group. He dove behind a desk and clutched his head with one hand a headache springing up. His vision began to swim, but he was getting better. The practice paid off. The three flash grenade pins in his hand were proof of that. He pressed his hands to either ear and waited for a few moments, before rising. Another group of guards with the same trick as last time. They should be embarrassed. Didn't matter. He grabbed one of the rifles. He had no idea what the fuck it was, but he had played enough violent video games to know how to hold the damn thing. He took off into the hallway and just ran. It didn't matter where, or for how long. His legs just kept going, bare feet slapping on the cold floor as he went.

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@Inkarnate I actually forgot what her power was!

Yeah, Ada's got a pretty freaking sweet one. You guys all focus on being badasses while I swipe this dude's keys. WITH MAGIC. Or, well actually science. WITH MAGICAL SCIENCE.

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Man, a lot of you guys have some really cool powers. Red's gonna be stooooked.

"Alright people, same plan as always. Hide behind Joshua."

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This looks super cool, so I thought I'd throw in a character

Red

Redmond "Red" Walsh

Full Name: Redmond Silva Oliviera Walsh
Nicknames: Red
Age: 23
Sex: Male


Appearance: Red looks older than he is. He's got slight bags under his eyes and a general tired appearance. He almost always looks at the very least exhausted. He dresses very plain, and most of his wardrobe consists of white button-down shirts, a few ties, a wind breaker, sneakers, and a small assortment of jeans, dickeys, and slacks, which are all either tan or black, as well as his favorite article, a tan, detective-style trench coat with a multitude of pockets. He has olive skin and mostly black hair, save for the shock of auburn at the tips that slowly burns crimson at the very ends. His eyes are a very bright brown, with an almost gold tint. He very much so takes after his mother, Adriana Guyana, a beautiful Brazilian woman, in his skin tone, complexion, and eye color. However, his facial features, build and the defiant red hair are the spitting image of his father, John Walsh. He is fit, which comes from great genes and working physical jobs like roofing and warehouse.
Personality: Red truly is a pretty decent guy. He's friendly, approachable, and would honestly give the shirt off of his back to someone who really needed it. That said, he also has problems getting and staying motivated. He can be distant at times, and has the horrible habit of bottling his emotions. That combined with an extremely long fuse, a common trait shared by many older brothers, makes it hard to get around the mask of aloofness he puts on to keep what he's feeling hidden. Growing up he was always a bit precocious, and even as an adult he has a perspective that seems beyond his years. In most of his groups of friends he ends up in the "nurturer" role. He's the designated driver, he'll make sure you aren't too blasted, or wishing for death in the morning, and he's provided a shoulder to cry on more times than he can count.
Biographical Information: Redmond is kind of the black sheep. He is the oldest of four and has accomplished the least. His siblings have either already started their careers or are currently on the fast track to success. Meanwhile he had average grades in high school, dropped out of college, and now makes ends meet by working random odd jobs, from tech support to dog walking and babysitting. He lives in a one-bedroom apartment and all three of his girlfriends all left him when they realized he simply had no potential. All he has was a sponge brain, and was good at committing new details to memory. He's the kind of guy that everyone gives up on, because he gives up on himself. The only one to ever maintain the belief that one day he would amount to more than anyone would credit him for is his father, John. His father is the kind of man that spent his youth making a living at the cost of his body, and is now a fit old man with achy joints and a warm smile. He is the reason Red even goes outside at this point, much preferring to stay in and watch tutorials on YouTube for stuff he couldn't already do.

Honestly, he'd pretty much just given up and accepted his own mediocrity. He was fine with his life. That was when it happened.

He couldn't tell you why or how, barely remembers the day, but suddenly he was unconscious and when he came to, he was in a cell.

Ability: Conjuration.

Red can summon items by changing their location in space time. To do this, he first must know where the item is. He then has to imagine the item in its location, the clearer the image the better. Then he merely changes the location of the item to the palm of his hand or his pocket, and it appears there. It appears to only work with inanimate objects, and while he hasn't tested the size or weight limit thoroughly, smaller objects are much, much easier on him.
Strengths, Skills, Weaknesses:
+ Red has a photographic memory.
+ He's fairly athletic.
+ He's worked a wide array of jobs, and as such has a wide array of situationally applicable skills, such as roofing, knot tying, and whittling.
+ He's level headed. He's not going to become demoralized and give up easily.
+ Red loves the heat, and has a strange almost immunity to it. He wears his coat in 90 degree weather without complaint.
- Red is a smoker. Not only does his addiction cause changes in his mood and temperament, the damage to his lungs from the years causes him to become short of breath more quickly.
- He's kinda lazy. He's got a good sense of fight or flight, but struggles to find motivation in most things.
- He tends to look too deeply into things, as opposed to seeing the big picture. This can distract him from accomplishing goals.
- He is highly susceptible to headaches and migraines. Using his power can make a pre-existing one worse.
- Red absolutely abhors the cold. He can barely function when it's below forty five degrees.

Other: When using his power repeatedly, the irides of his eyes will take a slight crimson hue, and the sclera become bloodshot.

Knighthood (Closed)

@Rockin Strings

Glad you think so! I'll check those guys out

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP) — Take 2!

Huge fan of the Fate series, thought I'd give this a shot. I've never been in a Fate RP before, I've watched /Stay Night, /Zero, Unlimited Blade Works, and the /Grand Order movie, so hopefully I didn't make this guy over powered. Feel free to give me any improvements, nerfs, or corrections I need to make.

Oh, yeah, here's a Master, too.

Master

Name: Hiroshi Yagyu
Age: 18
Appearance:



Personality: Hiroshi is kind, shy, and a little awkward in social situations. He has terrible luck with women, which is to say he can barely muster up the courage to speak to them, and is accomodating to a fault. However, he can also be extremely serious, cold, and distant. That part of him is caused by his family and upbringing. He has a strong dislike for most of his family, especially his father, the only exception being his younger sister, Saechi.
Abilities: As the rightful future head of the prestigious Yagyu clan, Hiroshi is quite adept at Japanese sword play, both Kendo and Iaido. The family's magecraft is simple reinforcement, used on their bodies and blades. However, in an attempt to distance himself from his family, Hiroshi has taken up the study of Conversion of Power and Jewel Magecraft. He uses stones in place of jewels, and is still quite a novice with them. He can turn stones into small explosives at best.
History: Hiroshi is the eldest son of Itten Yagyu, current head of the Yagyu clan. The name Yagyu dates back to 1565, when Yagyu Munetoshi took over the Shinkage-ryu school of swordplay. The Yagyu family has produced capable swordsmen, samurai, and magi throughout history, and the family has the pride to show for it. As a child, Hiroshi accepted this completely. He was proud. He knew he was better than most of the kids in his class. However, that changed when his father came home one day and found Hiroshi playing with his bestfriend at the time in the family complex. Itten unceremoniously threw the young boy from their home and beat Hiroshi for bringing such "low-blooded trash" to their family's home. It was then that the seed of resentment was planted within Hiroshi. He began to notice things. The apathy between his parents, so distant toward one another even a child could tell there was no love there. Their treatment of the maids and butlers, which could be described as disintrested at best, degrading and demoralizing at worst. The last straw was their treatment of his sister, holding her to the same impossible standard they had held him to. He'd had enough. After a shouting match with his father that came to blows, Hiroshi revealed that he'd surpassed Itten some years ago. He left his father bruised and bloodied on the ground, but ultimately uninjured, and took his sister away. He emptied out his bank account before his parents could freeze it and bought a small apartment for the two of them to live in. They have been there since, with Saechi going to school and Hiroshi working various oddjobs to supplement his funds.
Other: Saechi and Hiroshi share a favorite subject: history.

Servant

Name: Emperor Jimmu
Class: Archer
Appearance:



Abilities:

• Strength: C
• Endurance: B
• Agility: C
• Mana: A
• Luck: D
• Independant Action: B. Emperor Jimmu is just that, an Emperor. After the death of his older brother, long before he was emperor of anything, he led his people on expeditions and through battles. He is a man who became used to surviving with little aid from outside sources, able to fend for not only himself, but his men.
• Magic Resistance: B. Jimmu's high amount of Divinity affords him good protection from magic.
• Divinity: A+. Jimmu is the direct descendant of not just one, but two gods, Amaterasu and Susanowo. After his death he was worshiped as more than a hero in modern Japan, but as a God Incarnate Emperor, or akitsumikami.
• Yatagarasu: C. Often taking perch atop the Emperor's emblematic long bow is a three-legged crow named Yatagarasu. The crow is a symbol of divine intervention and holy guidance. Jimmu can send it out to scout, and it will relay information back to him. He may also share sight with it, but cannot move while doing so, and must be meditating.
• Tonbo no Yujin (Friend of the Dragonflies): D. As a God Incarnate Emperor, Jimmu has an uncanny relationship with dragonflies. In his legend, whenever mosquitos tried to drink his blood, the dragonflies would kill them. Jimmu can send out to his dragonflies to attack insects for him. He can also command them to suck poisons out of a target and take it into themselves. If his dragonflies are killed, he must meditate for six hours to summon them back to him.

Noble Phantasms:

• Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi (D): (Anti-Unit) One of the Three Imperial Regalia of Japan, said to be passed down to Jimmu by the gods as the first Emperor of Japan, the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi is a legendary and powerful sword, used by the god Susanowo to slay Yamata-no-Orochi, the eight-headed demon serpent. This weapon deals incredible damage to demonic beings and heroes who were noted as demonic or monstrous in their legends, but cannot cut anything else.
• Yata-no-Kagami (D): (Barrier) Another of the Three Imperial Regalia, it is a circular mirror Jimmu wears on his wrist like a shield. Illusions are not reflected in the mirror, which helps reveal them to the wielder.
• Yasaka-no-Magatama (A): (Anti-Army) The final of the Three Imperial Regalia, and Jimmu's trump card. The magatama were Amaterasu's favorite jewel, and were once used to lure her out of a cave and return the sun to the sky. Her blessing resides in Jimmu's magatama, which he can conjure a single magical arrow from, with the jewel as the head. When Jimmu lets this arrow fly, it bursts into sunlight flames, able to take out scores of enemies with its mighty blaze.

Personality: Jimmu is kind, passionate, loyal, protective, all the qualities necessary to be a legendary leader of the people. He was almost like a father to his followers, but did not let his kindness get in the way of his duty. He knew the path to leading Japan to a prosperous future was a long one, and the tribal leaders battled him every step of the way. But in addition to being a great leader, Jimmu was also a warrior, one without equal in Japan during that time.
Other: N/A

Knighthood (Closed)

No idea if I did this right, if the character really fits thematically, or if he's OP as shit, but worth a shot. Feel free to cast him down into the burning abyss of the drawing board.

Ghalmar

Name: Ghalmar Colland

Alias/Nickname: Ghalmar the Shunned

Rank: Exemplar of Blades

Appearance:

Hider

Age: 31

Race: Orc.

Personality: Ghalmar's appearance, and the slightly robotic gruffness of his voice can be extremely off-putting, but he is really incredibly kind-hearted. Accepting and trusting to a fault, Ghalmar is quick to see the importance, usefulness, and good in everyone he meets. He is fiercely defensive of his friends, but also very understanding and patient. He can be a tad immature and reckless, and when angered is little more than an engine of destruction, but when he has a choice, he always prefers to smile, even if no one can see it.

Biography/history: Ghalmar is the eldest son of Ghalgon Crag'tose, leader of the Crag Tribe of Orcs. Where as other orcs can be intelligent, thoughtful, and empathetic, the Crag Tribe values only strength. Ghalmar being the rightful Prince of Savages is a bit ironic. At birth he was riddled with issues. He had various deformities that made it hard for him to walk, eat, or even breathe. He was blind in one eye and his right arm was shriveled and undersized. He was a mess of a child. Ghalgon took this as punishment from the Gods and discarded Ghalmar shortly after his sixth birthday after taking part alongside some of the clan hunters in savagely beating him. The child would surely die alone in the wilderness, especially with the life-threatening wounds his father and clan had left him with. His lungs were filling with blood, his heartbeat slowing. He couldn't even muster up the energy to panic. However, it seemed the world wasn't done with Ghalmar yet, as he was found by a traveling scientist, an old man named Henry Colland. Henry was a twin, and while his brother Harold tirelessly sought to unravel the mysteries of the arcane, Henry preferred instead to research and develop wondrous marvels of technology. He brought Ghalmar back, fitting him with the cybernetics that would keep him alive. Ghalmar was distrustful of him for years, but eventually came around to seeing him as a father. He tinkered alongside Henry, eventually learning enough to handle maintaining his implants on his own. He served as a lab assistant to Henry for twenty years before the man died peacefully in his sleep. It was then that Ghalmar realized something. Tinkering, building, that was Henry's passion, and he had just went along with it. It was time to live out his own dream, and while he hated every member of his clan, the truth of what he was boiled darkly in his blood. He was a Crag Orc. And he craved battle. However, he was untrained and unfit. Even with his implants, walking was tiresome. So he took on a project. In the day he trained and strengthened his body. At night, he worked, building parts and prosthetics that would make him an actual warrior. Eventually he finished. Little of the old him remained. Most of his face was covered and metal and lights, save for parts of his exposed jaw. His breathing was a mechanical hum, and a soft whirring could be heard at every heartbeat. He went through his training course, shattering every one of his personal bests. His strikes reduced sandbags to mounds of dust and torn leather. He was ready. He joined the men and women of the Tower of Stars, finding a home in the Order of Blades. With his mighty strength, speed, and durability, he quickly found himself as an Exemplar. He intends to only ascend from there.

Reason for recruitment: Ghalmar has a lust for combat in his blood and a need to be of use in his heart. He also wishes to see just where the limits of his body lie, and how ironclad those limits are.

Strength of Will: Potent Will

Magic: Ghlamar is unskilled in all forms of magic.

God relations: While GHalmar is respectful of belief and prayer, he himself doesn't induldge, and has no relations with a God.

Tech: Ghalmar has a myriad of cybernetic implants, most of them for quality of life. Implants to keep his heart beating, holding some of his joints together, keeping his respiration regular, these are just a few examples. On top of this, he has several implants to increase his prowess on the field of battle. He has micro servos throughout his skeletal system to coordinate his melee strikes, affording him an impressive accuracy and economy of movement. He also has small motors and pistons to increase the maximum amount of force he can put into actions, allowing hm to hit much harder than the norm for orcs. His skeleton is also reinforced in many areas to prevent his own attacks from damaging himself. With this increased strength output, he can obviously punch harder, but he can also put more strength into how hard he pushes of the ground with his legs, improving speed and leaping distance. In his eyes he has several optical enhancers, granting various means of sight, such as thermal and infrared. All in all, his tech all goes toward making him a physical powerhouse and keeping him standing and fighting. As such not only is range a huge weakpoint for him, but his life is in serious jeopardy if an opponent causes his implants to lose power. He has backup generators and countermeasures in place to prevent this, but those countermeasures are extremely finite.

Possessions/items/property: Several tablets that plug into a normally concealed port on his arm. They release a combination fo cleansing and coolant liquid into his bloodstream and the implants, basically serving as a detox method, and has various means of communication in his helmet. He keeps a digital picture of Henry loaded in his visor that he can pull up with a mental command. He also has Kragesh, a personal transit vehicle that can fit him and one other person.

Misc: N/A