Izurich

Why We Fight - An Underground Fight Club RP

@Bad0723 @WGBODT

Guys, this RP has been dead for 2 years, there's nothing for you here.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

--Osprey - Atsu Village--

"Go, live!"

Even to this very day, the last words of her mother still rang in her mind, as vividly as when she heard it for the first and last time. A boon that she paid for with her life, a promise that Eve would keep for as long as she could. Truly, how could she even consider otherwise? Knowing the world was so full of evil; from vicious creatures hellbent on destroying all that was good to deluded tyrants who thought the whole world should bow to them. Faced with threats from both monsters and men alike, then abandoned by the Divine Mother herself, it was no wonder the people grew agitated and paranoid, and in fearing for the safety of their loved ones, they sought something, anything to blame for their misfortunes, to provide them with some semblance of justice.

Her kind - the magi - took the brunt of their hate, but she wouldn't - couldn't - blame them for fear begets irrationality, fear fosters hate. Only in peace could love and compassion triumph, and both the blight and the empire must be purged before the world can know true peace.

Indeed, it must be fate that brought her here to the nation of Osprey, a once-mighty empire subjugated by the very same people who sought to use her as a weapon. Though Eve loved her mother with everything she had, even she had to admit that the good doctor's words regarding her becoming a hero for Valheim were misguided at best and deceptive at worst. For how could she become a hero by serving warmongers and mass murderers?

What was originally a small detour to avoid the Valheimr border checkpoint via a mountain pass escalated into something more as Eve heard the unmistakable cacophony of battle echoing through the mountains, sounds she was quite familiar with. A leisurely hike turned into a full blown sprint as the Eidolon Chimera arrived at the outskirts of a settlement, overlooking a not-so-abandoned village as a group of... adventurers(?) clashed with soldiers clad in distinctive metallic black armor. "...!" It only took a single look at one of the former - a Sollan Swordsman with cropped dark hair - bleeding out from his leg and face to instill unbridled rage burning within the dragon's heart.

Moving without delay, the Pseudo-Eidolon made her way closer to the battleground, a clear goal in mind. She ended up arriving closest to where an armored juggernaut laid slain with a massive halberd impaled through his skull. "..." Then the wielder of said halberd - one of those infamous dragoons - landed to recover his weapon before he's harassed by even more of those imperial rats. Well, not if she could help it!

"...fuh." Exhaling softly, the horned kuromadoushi reached out with her right hand as arcane power coalesced a few inches from her opened palm, sparks of bright yellow and swirls of reddish orange joining together as Eve whispered under her breath, "Thunraga..." before an eruption of elemental destruction surged forth from her, throwing her hood back due to the recoil.

For their part, the frontline fighters rushing Galahad would suddenly find themselves being assaulted by what appeared to be a massive inferno charged with lethal electricity crashing onto them, cooking and shocking them at the same time as their armor did little to protect them. They couldn't even scream in agony as their jaws locked shut from the lightning coursing through their charred flesh.

In one fell swoop, the squad that was supposed to harass Galahad was no more, leaving him unhindered to make his next move, well, less hindered, he still had the conjurer to worry about.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Eve "Grayscale"

EVE "GRAYSCALE"

"... ... ...friend?"

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GENERAL INFORMATION

Theme

AGE:

Chronologically unknown, physically looks equivalent to a Sollan on the cusp of adolescence

GENDER:

Female

RACE:

Pseudolon (Pseudo-Eidolon) w/ Sollan genetic template

ORIGIN:

Valheim

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COMBAT INFORMATION

CLASS:

Black Mage

WEAPON:

Eve's weapon (or lack thereof) takes the form of her own body, or at least, the Eidolon half of herself, which essentially functions similarly to a mage's staff. By simply tapping into the arcane circuits inside her, Eve is able to amplify her spells as if she's wielding an arcane focus. Furthermore, while she can technically use any part of her body, Eve most commonly employs her horns, arms, and tail for her spellcasting.

INVENTORY:

❖ Potions, tonics, and salves
❖ Adventurer's kit
❖ Assorted preserved food and rations
❖ Spare clothes
❖ Blue Dragon Scale: Gifted to her by Galahad, the scale taken from the blue dragon that marked the dragoon's first kill.

MATERIA:

❖ MP Turbo: When activated, amplify the effects of offensive spells at the cost of increased mana consumption.

LIMIT BREAKS:

❖ Ira Draconis: A Trance-type limit break power. By tapping further into her Eidolon nature, Eve flexes her arcane muscles beyond their limits, causing her to transform into a draconic creature resembling the King of Dragons himself. In this state, Eve's magical output and mana consumption are doubled, she gains free flight, and becomes completely numb to pain. Lasts for a few minutes or until she's incapacitated, whichever happens first. In the aftermath, the sheer exertion demanded by this ability will render Eve unable to cast any spells until she recovers her mana reserves back to full.
❖ Mega Flare: The Dragon King's signature breath attack. Though but a pale imitation of the real deal, Eve's Mega Flare still carries enough power to destroy an air battleship or vaporize a city block in one fell sweep. Only usable in Ira Draconis state and using it will immediately incapacitate Eve in addition to the consequences of using her Trance.

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PERSONAL INFORMATION

Appearance Details

Standing at a mere 139cm (4'7"), one will be completely justified to assume that Eve is a young girl barely on the cusp of adolescence. However, her unusual looks usually take center stage over her meager height; deep crimson eyes, bleached gray hair, and an albino pale complexion will already be enough to make her stand out as unusual, then once her ivory white draconic horns, tail, and patches of scales are factored in, then height is undoubtedly made irrelevant. Her visage is bizarre, that much is certain, leading to wary and/or distrustful stares from others, which are made doubly worse once they discover that she's a black mage, one of those scum who stole the Divine Mother's Light for their own nefarious purposes, no wonder she's cursed to look like the monster her kind truly are.

However, if one manages to look past her anomalous traits, they'll be able to see that Eve is actually quite pretty, like a girl that'll one day blossom into a fair maiden, but alas, there are simply too many things about her that'll unnerve the common populace.

Personality

Quiet, taciturn, and unassuming, Eve is the kind of person who prefers to not attract unnecessary attention to herself. Her looks and magical abilities alone are plenty enough reasons for her to avoid the figurative spotlight, prompting her to wear apparel such as hoods and trenchcoats to hide her inhuman traits. She rarely speaks unless it's absolutely necessary or when around trusted comrades. Due to her upbringing as a test subject, it's rather difficult for Eve to truly trust someone, always wary of any ulterior motives, but when someone does gain her trust, then she'll risk life and limb to ensure they'll come to no harm.

On the other hand, behind the demure veil lies the scion of Bahamut, with the ferocity and ambition one should expect from a spawn of the King of Dragons. Fueled by an insatiable thirst to right wrongs and save others from experiencing the same fate as herself. When riled up, the black mage is deceptively quick to resort to violence for someone so seemingly docile. She especially despises tyrants and oppressors; people who coerce, bully, and intimidate those weaker than them, as they remind her of the very scum who made her life hell from her birth up until she escaped.

In her 'Ira Draconis' Trance form, the aloof part of her persona sheds away completely, leaving only the Dragon in all of her righteous fury.

Background

Most individuals were born from the union of two, through a loving marriage, a brief fling, or something else entirely. Even if one or both parents were absent in someone's life, it's an established certainty that there was once a connection between a pair of individuals; the father who conceived them and the mother who gave birth to them...

...Eve wasn't one such person, or ‘Grayscale' as she once was known. As the titular subject of 'Project Grayscale', Eve was "born" in a test tube, the result of an artificial insemination as part of the Valheimr project to harness the power of Bahamut the King of All Dragons. In doing so, Eve - as an embryo - was continuously infused with the distilled essence of the draconic eidolon, she among several other of her 'sisters', but over the course of the following months, only she survived the process leading to her "birth". As the most stable and promising specimen, the staff dubbed her 'Grayscale' and the project could move into the next stage: Cultivating the Pseudo-Eidolon to be the empire's ultimate weapon, possessing the terrible might of Bahamut and the obedience of a well-trained hound.

Unsurprisingly, life as a test subject was anything but easy, nor even humane, Grayscale was given all the attention in the world, except as an invaluable tool instead of a living, breathing child. Everyone in the facility knew her, she was the reason why they were all here, but she never received any love, nor kindness, nor warmth, well, except from one, Dr. Evangelina Zhidkova, or 'Eve' as she was commonly referred as. Among the endless sea of uncaring darkness, Dr. Eve stood as the sole beacon of warm light, the one who read her stories, comforted her after a particularly grueling experiment, told her that she'd grow up to be a hero for the proud Valheim Empire, and that one day, this would all be worth it, for a greater purpose that no one else but her could achieve.

So Grayscale soldiered on, day after day, year after year, no matter how painful, how agonizing the things she had to go through, it'd one day be worth it...

...that was until she was suddenly awakened from her stasis pod to find a bleeding, dying Dr. Eve smiling at her even as blood dripped from between her teeth, "Go, live!" was all she could say before a facility guard put a bullet through her back, murdering Grayscale's surrogate mother right before her eyes.

At that exact moment, a mighty roar violently reverberated throughout the complex, it was as if Bahamut himself had descended upon the arrogant fools, to make them pay for their hubris. Screams, gunshots, and a whole cacophony of bloody chaos soon followed, and then, silence... nothing but sweet, sweet silence...
..........
.....
...

Emerging from the ruined remains of the facility, her feet set upon fresh soil for the very first time, and though she now hated the empire for what they did to her, for murdering her mother, the Blighted world was proof enough that mother wasn't lying, she did have a greater purpose. Thus, with flames burning in her heart, Grayscale-... no, Eve left her smoldering nest into the whole wide world, a world that might fear or hate her for who she was, but one that's worth saving nonetheless.

Traits

❖ Quite older than she looks. Unlike normal people, Eve was rapidly developed from embryo stage to look how she's now and shall remain forever, physically unchanging just like the Eidolons she emulates.
❖ Eve's physiology is notably different in that she only requires ether to survive, though she still can enjoy food and drinks for pleasure. Furthermore, she doesn't have a set circadian rhythm, she only feels drowsy when exhausted.
❖ Speaking of food, meat is her favorite; fresh, grilled, stewed, you can rarely go wrong with meat.
❖ Has an innate ability to learn and replicate black magic spells just by observing them in action, the arcane equivalent of a pitch perfect musician.
❖ Almost always wears baggy and concealing clothing with muted colors to avoid unnecessary attention due to her appearance; a hood to hide her horns, a trench coat that she can tuck her tail into, and gloves and long boots to cover as much of her scale-patched skin as possible.

Relationships

❖ Dr. Evangelina 'Eve' Zhidkova: The person whose name Eve adopted as her own. The only personnel in the facility that actually cared for the test subject and decided to go rogue due to said care. KIA by security personnel after she released 'Subject Grayscale' from containment, sacrificing her own life so the Pseudolon can live free.
❖ Project Grayscale Team: Assorted research, security, and support staff who worked in the research facility, all presumed either KIA or MIA after Grayscale's rampage.

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TRIVIA:

❖ Color Code: d3d3d3
❖ Eve has spent the years following her escape working as an adventurer, mainly in Ibros to avoid dealing with the empire, but then Valheim invaded Osprey, prompting her to head there to help the locals banish those tyrants back to their own continent.

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

--Aventon - Forest Outskirts--

"...fufu~" Seeing the revulsion coming from Youmu and Sanae elicited a quiet yet smug giggle from the Scarlet Devil. Well, it couldn't be helped, they were but young girls after all, unlike herself, Sir Lewa, and Lady Mokou, indeed, twas' a good thing that the adults were here to accompany their younger peers. In time, they'd learn that a rotting corpse was simply a part of the cycle of life and death. As for the dead boar, it seemed pretty much everyone was in an unanimous agreement that staying around the partially-rotten carcass would achieve little at this point, the group had made all the analysis and hypotheses they could, now was the time for action. Next order of business, identify and locate the culprit or culprits.

Thus, they marched on; three humans, a half-ghost human, a youkai, and a toa traversing deeper into the verdant forest. "..." Until eventually, Remilia noticed the subtle changes in the forest atmosphere, it was as if they were entering a graveyard as everything but the whistling winds and rustling plants went silent. Was this an omen? Perhaps a basilisk had taken residence here, scaring away the other critters, that'd also explain why the venom mixed in the boar's blood. Hmhmhm~ crippled as I am, with these many allies, we should be able to slay the beast.

And then, Remilia's musings were proven true, at least partially. The culprit she envisioned was indeed here, but that was the extent of it.

Feeling something dropping on her bonnet, Remilia's first instinctive assumption was that a fruit had fallen on top of her head, but if that was the case, why did the Moriya Miko make an expression as if she had just seen a ghost?

...and then, something dangled down right in front of her eyes.

"...eh?"

Sanae's scream pretty much confirmed that shit had hit the proverbial fan.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!" Utterly taken by surprise by something that wasn't exactly pleasant to look at, let alone touch, the group was "blessed" with the very first instance of a high-pitched wail from the normally aristocratic vampiress. Driven purely by fight-or-flight instinct, Remilia grabbed the offending insect with her left hand then crush it with extreme prejudice... only to end up spraying viscous bluish liquid that served as the creature's blood all over her hand, dress, and face. To make matters even worse, the vermin wasn't alone, far from it, as swarms upon swarms of the oversized arthropods revealed themselves, coming from above and below. "..?!" This happened nigh-simultaneously with Sanae's own panicked response and Mokou's copious application of pyromancy.

All of these combined created a potent assault upon Remilia's composure, one that was already quite fragile due to everything that had happened to her since she arrived here, and it... broke.

"S-s-..." Remilia stuttered pitifully amidst all the chaos of skittering centipedes, hails of ofuda, and fiery explosions, then in a quick jerk, she craned her neck up toward the sky, her voice becoming exponentially louder as it drowned out everything else for that exact moment, "SAKUYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

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Side Story

--Gensokyo - Scarlet Devil Mansion--

While Marisa and Patchouli continued tinkering with the grimoire, "..." The silver-haired maid frowned ever so slightly, a nearly imperceptible gesture, but one a certain gatekeeper was keen enough to notice.

"What is it, Sakuya?" Meiling inquired, her voice tinged with concern for her coworker.

"It's..." The maid exhaled quietly, trying to find the right words, "I think Mistress is in peril..."

"Eh? Pfffft~" Meiling chuckled, extending a hand to gently pat and massage Sakuya's shoulders to comfort her, "She'll be fine, lost and stranded somewhere, sure, but in peril? She's the Scarlet Devil, how can she be in peril?" The martial artist smirked, but part of her voice sounded as if she was directing those words to herself as well.

"I suppose, Meiling, I suppose..."

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@Lugubrious @PKMNB0Y @Raineh Daze @VitaVitaAR @EchoWolff

Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies

--Nagano Prefecture - Abandoned Mansion--

At this point, it's undeniably obvious that the agents had discovered the nexus of the spectral anomalies, if not, then why would these ooze phantoms try so desperately to protect this one samurai wraith? This was it, they had reached the climax, and once they passed over the summit, it'd only be an easy ride downhill from there. But, the fact remained that they had to pass that summit first, and no one said it was going to be easy.

The sentiment couldn't be any more evident when the Spectral Samurai collided his sword with the Ōmukade, and unlike the mostly-equal melee between Teratoma and the Sōhei from earlier, the Fleshweaver utterly lost the clash as in that very instant, its momentum was suddenly reversed, the clap of thunder heralding the shapeshifter's insectoid body being tossed through the air. It was a rather surreal sight, witnessing a bus-sized centipede alone would be a cause for concern in itself, but seeing it soaring through the air? It wouldn't take an entomophobe to consider running for the hills.

Alas, though Teratoma's current form had no shortage of legs, it did lack any form of aerial locomotion as it crash-landed with a loud slam, cracking the ground and taking out more than a few ashigaru unfortunate enough to be in the area. "RrRrRrGgGgHhHh?!!!" The extradimensional creature vociferate; was it in pain, enraged, shocked, or distressed? Hard to say, but one thing for sure, it was definitely no positive emotion, for a given definition of emotions considering its eldritch mind. Skittering back up, it was about to try its luck the second time. However, it only managed to skitter forward for a bit before it spotted a hated foe, one that it had personal history with, however brief.

As if by instinct, Teratoma abruptly pivoted toward the Sōhei instead. With a roar, its innumerable legs easily stepped over the prone petite spatiomancer as it barreled straight to its warrior-priest rival. It appeared that another duel between the monster and the monk would initiate once more. At that moment, the gunner ashigaru with their ineffective firearms, Agent Mae's sanctified smoke, or really anything else happening around them were drowned out by Teratoma's singular focus to show the Sōhei what the concept of 'staying down' truly meant!

@VitaVitaAR @Raineh Daze @Eisenhorn @OwO @Rune_Alchemist @PKMNB0Y @Psyker Landshark

Symphony on High

<Snipped quote by Izurich>

You want an answer? Because in my present RP, there are good people striving for a happy ending that is very much possible despite all the tribulations they go through. That and the moral lines are more clear-cut; grey exists but so do black and white.

@Letter Bee

Well, yeah, I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want an answer.

Well okay, coz' that's pretty much the same thing in SoH. The PCs are ultimately good people striving for a happy ending, where grey morality do exist but so do black and white.

Edit: And to make it clearer, there is a solution to the moral dilemmas/problems the cast might go through that leads to the happy ending that I mentioned was possible.

@Letter Bee

Yeah. Most of the antagonists here are inarguably evil folks. Only some are grayer.

Symphony on High

@Letter Bee

Short answer: I do not think that would be a good idea. The setting is far more oppressive than the RE:Zero RP I ran some time ago. That wasn’t to your tastes, and this definitely won’t be either.

Long answer: Check your PMs.

@BrokenPromise

Understandable; that's fine.

@Letter Bee

Oh, huh, curious, especially considering you're running a Sci-Fantasy World War RP right now, Bee. You know, major wars, the worst of humanity's history happened during these periods, so how can a global conflict RP be lighter than RE:Zero or SoH?

Bottom point, I hope you join because we've never written together before and I'm interested to remedy that.

Fantasy high

@5341Ace This RP died a year ago and never even took off in the first place. GM hasn't logged in a year either. I won't get my hopes up if I were you.

Undertale: A tale of Seven Souls

@Jeremiah This roleplay has been inactive since 8 years ago and the GM hasn't logged in since 6 years ago. There's nothing for you here.

Tokyo Ghoul roleplay thoughts?

Considering what you put in the Roleplay Thread itself:

Excerpt

Classes:Highest
SS+ Class (GM only)
S+ Class (Co-GM's only)
A+ Class
B Class
D Class
F Class
Lowest

Access Levels:
Highest
6 (GM and Co-GM)
5
4
3
2
1
Lowest
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Kishou Arima

Access Level: 6 (GM or Co-GM Only)
(NOT DONE) Quinque: IXA
Nickname: White Reaper
Class: SS+ (GM Only) (highest)
Side: CCG

Not making your GMPC the strongest character in the cast, while also reserving that level exclusively for yourself would be a good start, yeah.

It may be obvious but I'm going to say it nevertheless: Rarely anyone wants to play second fiddle to the GM's (and Co-GM's) power fantasy.