Izurich

Saint Valerius Academy - A Knight/Noble Fantasy

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Honestly, very fair and thank you for wording it so respectfully.

In what ways do you see this potentially censoring your creativity? I'm trying to understand, I guess, what the real question is here? I think, from my perspective, I'd just like to be careful about portraying minors because they are so young. Not that I think anyone would portray them in a bad/poor way. Hmm...

When you say characters are story telling tools, what do you mean by that?

@HylianRose

Thank you in return for being patient and not make wild assumptions when I brought up these kind of topics.

To make long story short, essentially, I do not put fictional minors on a pedestal, I don't see them as deserving any special treatment, I enjoy stories that does not tip-toe around the fact that all sorts of things can happen to people, just people, regardless of age.

If a story strays away from gore, sexual matters, or other heavy stuff on a meta-narrative level because the author wishes to maintain a certain atmosphere, then that's fine, but if the story does so specifically because the characters aren't adults? Then... I'll respectfully disagree and will live and let live, I do not agree with such sentiments but I won't fault them for having those either, and in such situations, the best way to avoid needless conflict due to subjective preferences is to stay out of each other's way.

Saint Valerius Academy - A Knight/Noble Fantasy

@HylianRose Hmmm, you made some good points, but I need to settle something with you to properly gauge whether I'll fit with the vibe of the RP or not.

Right now, to me, between this part:

I just think that, considering my own age, we need to be very careful and cognizant of how we are portraying minors.

@HylianRose

Plus your rather extensive elaboration about limits, all tied to one aspect, the ages of these fictional characters, I have the feeling that we won't see eye-to-eye in how we see fictional characters as storytelling tools. Personally, I do not like to censor my creativity, but I understand that in a group RP, compromises and concessions are inevitable, so I just wish to know whether or not we're too different in the way we enjoy fiction.

If we don't, great, then we can work something out, but if not, I'd rather we find out now rather than later, save the both of us the potentially wasted effort and all that.

Revue of Annihilation [Faction-Ruling Demigods Vie for Ascension]

@ERode WHAMMO! Up for review.

Almagest

ALMAGEST

Star Elemental (Formerly: Human) | 56 | Genderless (Formerly: Male) | 200cm (6'7") | 0kg (0lbs)
0th Circle | Stars / Celestial Bodies | ♫

Born Klaudios Athanatos, the Ichor-Blessed Master of the Stellar Domain was once mere mortal, just like most people. Klaudios was the younger of two brothers, the second son of a pair of merchants. His family was quite well-off, not to the extent of nobles and royals, no, but certainly a cut above peasants and laborers. As a result, he had a good childhood, with proper education and upbringing, something that was taken for granted by most. He had never been orphaned or subjected to any traumatic experience. Really, there was nothing to write home about his early years, but that in itself was notable in its own.

Naturally, his parents expected for him and his older brother to continue the family business once they came of age, however, unlike his economically talented and thrifty older brother, Klaudios' passions lie elsewhere. As far back as he could remember, Klaudios always had his gaze set above, toward the infinite stars dotting the boundless aether. While his parents and brother were busy counting coins, he engrossed himself in observing celestial bodies, while they tried to find the most profitable venture, Klaudios attempted to divine the meaning of each constellation. The rest of his family might be satisfied with earthly endeavors, but not Klaudios, the aether was where he belonged.

As a result, after his parents passed away peacefully in their old age, Klaudios' brother was the one who continued the family business, he and his own family now that he had a wife and children of his own. Meanwhile, the younger Athanatos still had his neck craned upwards. Ever the estranged uncle, his only companion was an orphan dragonkin girl named 'Frederika' that he hired as his assistant as his limited mortal body still required to be maintained. Due to the regular contact, they became a surrogate family of sorts.

Over the decades, now well into his 50s, Klaudios' ambition only grew, he was no longer satisfied with being a mere human, confined within a flesh vessel full of limitations, if only he could become one with the stars...

One day, in a stroke of fate, his prayers were answered as a piece of a falling meteor - no bigger than a gold coin - fell right into him. The celestial projectile smashed through the telescope Klaudios was using, then continued all the way through into his eye, embedded deep in his skull. By all logical explanations, he should be dead, severed from his mortal coil, and to be fair, it could be true depending on how one looked at what happened next. At that moment, Klaudios Athanatos was no more... and in his place, Almagest the Star Elemental, Master of the Domain of the Stars. While the ethereal entity shared Klaudios' memories, experience, and parts of his personality, it'd not be erroneous to say that they were an entirely new being.

As Almagest, they knew what must be done, the path to true divinity was possible, they must gather more ichor to one day ascend as the One and True God, and through this Divine Ascension, the very stars would be within their grasp...

But they couldn't do so alone, a journey must be made, trials and tribulations to conquer, allies to gather, and there was no better place to start than Oratorio, the Fortress-City That Watches the Abyss.

It was a star that once ended the Thousand-Faced God, thus twas' only fitting that a star would ascend as the next.

Path to Ascension

0th Circle Ichor-Blessed

❖ Ichor: 0
❖ Wealth: 0
❖ Paladins: 1
❖ Followers: 0
❖ Resources: None
❖ Artifacts: None
❖ Property: None

Divine Protection of the Stars

❖ Domain of Stellar Navigation: When directly exposed to the starlit sky, one will always be instinctively aware of the four cardinal directions.

Starting Benefit

❖ Treasured Companion: 1 Paladin. You've granted your Grace upon someone whom you trust deeply.

Izurich's Vault

Λ - Lambda

Λ (LAMBDA)

Envoy of Peace

Theme

HOME UNIVERSE / NAME OF FRANCHISE:

Coroz / Endless Space 2 (Wiki Link)

SHIP CLASS:

Coordinator (Wiki Link)

ROLE:

Scout / Infiltrator / Saboteur / Adaptable

DESCRIPTION:

Visual References

Side View

Similar to other vessels of the Riftborn people, the ship itself is Riftborn, or more specifically, nodules which had formed into the shape most suitable for space travel. This "ship" in particular - Lambda - bears the silhouette of a blaster sidearm when viewed from the side. As is common with their species, Lambda is colored ivory-white with gray, gold, and red highlights.

PHYSICAL SIZE:

300 meters (984 feet) (Default) / Variable

ARMAMENT / COMPLEMENT:

As a living creature composed of shapeshifting silicon-based organisms, Lambda is able to learn, adapt, and mimic weapons of other non-organic ships. By default, it's "equipped" with several plasma-based armaments.

HISTORY OF THE SHIP:

After the destruction of Coroz, their home universe, by an all-consuming plague, the surviving remains of these amorphous shapeshifting silicon organisms were forced to scatter themselves amongst the multiverse. Most of them ended up in the 'Endless Universe', a plane of existence similar in concept to the one Star Wars' galaxies belong to, something that the Riftborn found utterly horrifying. Coming from a dimension where time, shapes, and thoughts fundamentally operated in a vastly different way, the Riftborns were forced to adapt as returning was no longer an option.

Through sheer tenacity and patience, they eventually managed to build a new home for themselves in the Endless Universe. Still, the scars of losing their birthplace never faded away and thus, when they heard the call of one Daniel Jackson, the Riftborn answered his summons as the Replicators reminded them of the entity responsible for Coroz's destruction. No one else should experience the same fate as they did, not even their worst enemies. This time, they'd not flee, they'd fight.

This was how the Riftborn Lambda found themselves travelling through the veils of the multiverse to arrive at the Star Wars Galaxy.

NOTABLE CREW:

❖Λ (Lambda):

Visual References

Front View

Lambda is the ship and the ship is Lambda. For the convenience of communicating with other beings, they created an avatar bearing the shape of what they consider as a 'regal and inspiring diplomat'.

UNIQUE TECHNOLOGY:

Shapeshifting silicon-based living organism capable of learning and adapting as a person would gather knowledge by studying.

CREW SIZE:

"We are Lambda."

FACTION / OPERATOR / OWNER:

Riftborn

TRIVIA:

❖ Color Code: f1f1f1
❖ Riftborn do not communicate among themselves as organics do, but for convenience, one may address Lambda as "They/Them".

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Thoughts

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Izurich's Vault

Lenneth - Bionic Maid

LENNETH

Female | 183cm (6'0") | 128kg (282lbs)

Theme

DESCRIPTION:

Visual References

Standing Profile

Cold, pragmatic, and austere, the statuesque blonde's icy blue gaze chills the nerves of all but the most hardboiled men (and women). With unblemished fair complexion that seem too perfect, one would be justified to assume Lenneth is one of those sophisticated gynoids only the most affluent can afford, and they won't be entirely mistaken; every single part of Lenneth's body sans her brain is artificial, the end result of her Master's unwavering pursuit to save his cherished servant's life, no matter the cost. The explosion she took to shield her Master might have broken her body, but not her spirit. Now reborn, her new body may be artificial, yet her devotion remains genuine. Now armed with the H.A.Lo module and custom-made 'Nibelung' carbine rifle, the maid stands ready to serve, whatever Master's wishes will be her command.

FATE POINTS (FP) REFRESH: 3

APPROACHES:

❖ Careful: Fair (+2)
❖ Clever: Mediocre (+0)
❖ Flashy: Average (+1)
❖ Forceful: Good (+3)
❖ Quick: Fair (+2)
❖ Sneaky: Average (+1)

ASPECTS:

❖ High Concept:

Cyborg battlemaid devoted to her Master.

❖ Trouble:

I feel more machine than human.

❖ Want:

I wish to serve my Master until I can serve no more.

❖ Relationships:

Derek "ART-ficer" Burris is the Ripperdoc assigned to maintain my cybernetics, my Master vouched for his discretion and integrity.

❖ Extra:

My H.A.Lo (Heuristic Analyzer and Locator) module enables me to scan my surroundings in a radar-like fashion.

STUNTS:

❖ Because I Have a Bionic Body:

I can gain a +3 bonus on Forceful or Quick Physical actions via bypassing the safety limiters of my systems, then I gain +2 Stress due to the backlash.

❖ Because I Am Equipped With The H.A.Lo Module:

In the first round of conflict, I can create a situational Aspect 'weak spot detected' with 2 free Invokes.

❖ Because I Am Installed with Self-Repairing Functions:

Once per chapter / session, I can Recover 1 Severe (or lower) Consequence on myself.

TRIVIA:

❖ Color Code: 77bfef
❖ Faceclaim and Art Source: Asuma Toki from Blue Archive, official in-game art.
❖ Lenneth has no surname.
❖ Has a particular fondness for rabbits and rabbit-themed trinkets. Has a pet rabbit named 'Usachan'.

WRITING SAMPLE:

My Master, Right or Wrong

"W-... who the fuck-...?" The man went agape, his fingers - adorned with no fewer than three jeweled rings - trembled, losing their grip on the shot glass as it fell to the carpeted floor, thudding unceremoniously, spilling its contents onto the fabric. Caol Ila Single Malt Scotch: Aged 12 years, such a fine vintage, under normal circumstances, he'd be livid, but right now, caring for wasted scotch was the last thing on his mind. Instead, the sight of a tall golden-haired woman with eyes cold like ice clad in a maid uniform took his attention front and center, how could he not when his two bodyguards were laying lifeless at her feet?

"My utmost apologies for the inconvenience, sir," The icy eyed blonde curtsied politely as if she was addressing royalty, unfazed by the pair of fresh, still-bleeding corpses near her as she straightened herself, the silenced pistol in her right arm trained on the club owner's forehead, "But I must inform you that my Master sends his regards."

"Go to hell, bitc-...!" The man was promptly cut off as a sharp projectile closed the distance between the gun's barrel and his skull faster than the blink of an eye, the bullet wasted no time in puncturing through skin, muscle, bone, and everything else that lied between it and its grand prize: the greedy businessman's brain, the source of shady deals and crooked ventures. However, after the application of ballistics physics ricocheting through his neurons, he wouldn't be scheming anymore.

"Please accept our gratitude for your time and attention." Lenneth bowed once more, thanking the man slumped on his recliner; he didn't reply, rather uncouth, but judging from the coin-sized hole on his head, he could be excused. With the message sent, Lenneth's task was done as she promptly left, calmly stepping over a body before leaving through the door.

Another job well executed, as expected from Lenneth. After all, she's her Master's maid, she'd sweep any and all 'dust' he wishes to clean, bury any 'trash' he wishes to take out. By the time she's done, everything would be spotless.

Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies

--Nagano Prefecture - Abandoned Mansion--

Now that Agent Mae had joined the fray, the scales were tipped even further in Sefirot's favor as the now-five member squad of humans, anomalies, and anomalous humans simply plowed through the spectral facsimile of the sengoku era soldiers. The Fleshweaver performed her duty well, taking up the bulk of the attention while the Ex-Cop and Blazing Runeknight covered the left and right flank respectively, the three frontliners supported invaluably by the arcane might of the Possessed Drowner and the Changgwi Exorcist, altogether, they became living proofs why Branch-092 was considered as among the best in Sefirot.

However, powerful as they were, there were several good reasons why AMATERASU and the higher-ups decided to send so many agents to handle this particular anomaly, as they wouldn't simply keel over against an overwhelming force. Their foe - whoever or whatever they were - seemed to possess extraordinary versatility as it appeared to gradually adapt to the assailants. An example of that came in the form of a spectral warrior-monk, a twisted reenactment of Uesugi Kenshin's loyalists, the humanoid creature stood firm even against the mass of eldritch flesh who could so easily dispatch its ashigaru compatriots.

"RrRrGgHh?!" A mindbending abomination Teratoma might be in its current form, it still possessed the same pseudo-sapient mind as the green-haired young girl it often masqueraded as, thus, after a few clashes of teethed-tentacles against the monk's naginata, the fleshweaver stopped for a moment, then all of its randomly-scattered eyes turned to leer at its new adversary. "..." Before it began to... shift.

Did you know... that according to Shintoism, there's a certain creature that represents the corrupted form of immortality?

Whereas the Kami were divinely immortal, there was always the other side of the coin, the unholy dark to the divine light. After all, aren't evil spirits immortal too?

Among these blighted entities, one stood as the representation of their depraved deathlessness...

I will lay apart
Its carapace flaps and feel
Its innards to find
Why its trace remains inside
Like a phantom tumor

After a period of snapping bones, wriggling flesh, and clicking carapaces, an Ōmukade stood tall in front of the warrior-monk, its carapace black and gray while its head and tails remained in the same flesh-red as Teratoma's true form, its elongated form towering above the naginata-wielding wraith.

For a few tense seconds, the monk and the insectoid youkai stared at one another, naginata gripped harder as the latter's mandibles began clicking ominously. At first glance, it seemed obvious who was actually on the side of humanity. Shinto legends would tell them that the warrior-priest would be the one to slay the man-eating youkai, but alas, reality wasn't often so simple.

Thus, without a moment left to spare, the Oomukade snapped forward, giant mandibles poised to snap the warrior-monk in two, but the wraith responded, using its naginata to prevent the creature's jaws from closing further in. As they struggled against one another, the centipede's tail and body began wrapping around its foe in an effort to crush them, but unlike the ashigaru, the monk was swifter, stronger, it managed to disengage just in time, performing a backward somersault to avoid a terrible fate. Their stance reset, the two combatants charged once more, both of them knew that only one may leave this place intact, would it be the spectral priest or the eldritch centipede? Sooner or later, one would find out...

@Raineh Daze @VitaVitaAR @Eisenhorn @Rune_Alchemist @OwO

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

--Aventon - Forest Outskirts--

While the Knight-Witch was busy being the eyes in the sky for the villagers and their newfound allies, the hunting party continued to investigate the scene of the crime. "Hmm..." Remilia lowly hummed as she noticed the various scents she could gather, then began classifying them in her head. "I concur," the Scarlet Devil quipped at Youmu's hypothesis, "Several sizable creatures had made their marks here, we're dealing with a pack of… whatever they are." Then the Half-Phantom Gardener's inquiry to the hunter actually brought Remilia into a brief contemplation, Youkai? Hmmm... is it possible? Then again, who's to say that my kind only exists in Gensokyo? I can even use myself as an example, Flan and I weren't natives of the realm...

"Youkai are a family of both sapient and non-sapient species of creatures, Sir Derek," The vampiress explained matter-of-factly, "For an easy parallel, the term 'primate' consists of both you humans and those apes and monkeys, sapient and non-sapient, but primates nonetheless." This Derek person might be a human peasant, but he didn't appear to be intellectually-challenged so that should suffice, "In this particular case, indeed, I agree that we're dealing with the latter kind of creatures, or 'rahi' as Sir Lewa would classify them as."

@PKMNB0Y @VitaVitaAR @Lugubrious @EchoWolff

Revue of Annihilation [Faction-Ruling Demigods Vie for Ascension]

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Treat the Stars as specks of light in the night sky rather than Suns from unfashionable distances away, and it works out for me. Extra funny to be star-aligned when God was killed by one huhuhu.

@ERode

In that case, then I already have the perfect faceclaim for such a PC. 😎 Just waiting on that CS template.

Revue of Annihilation [Faction-Ruling Demigods Vie for Ascension]

Oh hey, this looks cool, sounds cool, overall very cool.

Regarding Domains, on a scale from War to Table Corners, how hipster is the Domain of Stars / Celestial Bodies?