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In Beyond The Wall, Zombie Post Apoc RP → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Beyond The Wall, Zombie Post Apoc RP → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Ok made the changes:

-Faceclaim added

-Sorry about the grammar, it was made quickly. Although, the majority of them are just differences between regular English and American English.

-The attic equipment is a mix of whatever he can find. There's a reasonably impressive collection now

-Took away the TBD for personality, I feel like you get the rest of his personality in the backstory section anyway. Plus I'm someone who likes to develop personality during writing

-I am going to still say he isn't part of the Rogues. Despite being basically a Rogue, it speaks to his paranoia that he never officially becomes a part of them

In 《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》 → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay








In Beyond The Wall, Zombie Post Apoc RP → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Heavy work in progress. Still need a proper face claim. Might make a supporting Rogue character if that's allowed.



In Beyond The Wall, Zombie Post Apoc RP → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Nice I'll try to have a character concept out by tonight
In Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


@Yankee

Franz had left the other boy behind while he went to go grab his jacket. Did he expect his call to action to work? In truth, probably not. Most of the students seemed terrified to take the stage before he danced, and now after his performance, the pressure was probably too much. Franz slung his jacket back over his shoulders then wrapped the tie around his neck. While he was adjusting the tie back into his previously formal look, he turned around with a smug smile on his face. He was expecting an empty floor but was pleasantly surprised.

The boy was actually doing it, he had taken to the stage. All things considered, he was not bad either. Franz felt the need to stick around and watch. After all, he had been caught off guard by the boy's bravery. It's not as if Franz showed it though. This had only caused him to raise his eyebrows a bit in surprise. Franz had an image to uphold and he was not about to look outwardly baffled just because of one incorrect assumption.

Who was this boy that he would do what no one else in the hall was willing to? Certainly, everyone here was worthy of name recognition. But the name of this boy had never reached Franz. It was an unfortunate reality that news, rumours, and tales are not held equal in the Occident. Franz could probably name every person from the Occident here, the Konigsmahne's fall from grace, the fire include du Bordeaux, and the Oriental defector are all tales he has heard multiple times. But when it comes to the New World, the stories are few and far between. Franz wanted to inquire about this New World boy, but he would not ask the people around him. The best first impressions were made face to face after all.

The boy's dancing was humble and clearly improvised. He could see some sort of style and form coming through, but the music certainly didn't fit it. In truth though, it was an enjoyable performance. When Inti was taken outside of his comfort zone, improvisation was used to the flow of the music. It reminded Franz of dancing in his home town. Before rules and strict conduct was a demand for something as natural as dancing.

Franz clapped at the end of Inti's dance and caught his attention as he was exiting the floor.

”Well done, very well done. I assume you haven't learnt much in the way of Occidental dance, but the confidence was there. Certainly, I don't see anyone else willing to take to the centre.” This was probably the first thing Franz had said all night that was entirely genuine. ”My name is Franz Steiner, but I have not quite caught your name.” He held out his hand as if expecting a hand shake.

In Beyond The Wall, Zombie Post Apoc RP → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I'll chuck my interest in
In Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


@Yankee

It was about time the music picked up, Franz thought as he approached the dance floor. It was finally sounding like something people actually dance to. Whereas a waltz is just some weak excuse for a meek noble boy to court a lady. There was time for all that to be sure, but that came after the real dancing. Real dancing, in Franz’s mind, is a spectacle. It was something to draw heads and entertain. Nobles were often too caught up in imitations of civility to ever try it. This would be thoroughly entertaining.

"You want to dance?" Inti said, then paused while he processed the question he'd just asked. Laughing lightly at himself he spoke up again quickly. "I meant you look like you want to dance. Are you good at it? I think long limbs are supposed to help with that kind of thing, right?"

Franz turned to look at who was addressing him only to see… nothing again. He would have to get used to that at some point if all of his colleagues were going to be around his age. Looking down he saw a shorter boy from the Americas with peculiar white hair. ”Haha, good at it? I am the best at it. Certainly, I am a better showing than what is on display right now.” Franz gestured toward the borderline empty dance hall with an open hand. He exclaimed it in a comical manner, but anyone could hear the confidence and pride behind his voice.

Franz called out to the music constructs in the hopes that it would reach their operator. “A high tempo, if you will please!” He then waited for the change in song to begin before addressing the Americas boy again. ”I will catch your name later. But for now, I will show you a true display of Occidental dance.” Somewhat unexpected, he then walked off toward a nearby table.

Franz took off his suit jacket and tie, placing them over a chair and tucking it in. He then reached his hands up to check his hair was properly tied back in the small tail of hair he usually had. Finally, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. The first was the one that is used when putting on a tie, it was only logical that it would be undone. The second was for show.



On his way back, Franz began rhythmically clapping to the beat of the song for other students to pick up on. He waited for more and more to pick up, to usher him in to take the stage.

Franz began with a whirlwind of leaps around the floor, focusing on gaining height and emphasizing the spectacle of his ability while keeping his form composed and graceful. However, the primary purpose was to create a ring in which he would use as a stage.

The middle section of his performance was somewhat less notable in terms of physical capability. The moves used were grounded and more showed graceful but precise moves. Eventually, this lead him into the centre of the stage where he would perform his finale.

Franz couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. He couldn’t lie, he enjoyed displaying a complete lack of humility. For his final move, he wound up for a big spin. He continued into pirouette a la seconde. One turn, two turns, three turns, he wasn’t stopping. Seemingly for as long as the music continued and as long as students kept clapping, he would continue to spin.

Finally, as the music began to close, Franz ended with a normal triple pirouette into a final pose. His arms out to his sides with palms pointed toward the ceiling. Only then would he try to catch his breath. The piece he danced to was not very long, but the energy he had used during it was immense. Franz held for a few seconds after the piece had ended.

As Franz stood up out of the pose a spot of dizziness hit him, nothing that wasn’t manageable though. Headspotting during turns helped with all that immensely. He began walking back toward his jacket and tie to put them back on but not before passing the Americas boy. “I believe its your turn.” He called while patting him on the shoulder, then continued on.

In Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Salim Basha
Jeanne de Bordeaux
Franz Steiner

@Dog @GreenGoat @Jumbus


“And who you might be?” Salim asks, directing his question to Jeanne. The voice of the boy was quite an anxious one. Intimidation, bullying, and all sorts of aggressive mannerisms were a common item in Salim’s life. There was no escape from it, forcing Salim to more or less grow a thicker skin to simply absorb all the verbal abuse thrown at him. And so, when Jeanne throws some shade at Salim - all the boy can do is simply just listen and not think too hard about the insults. Salim continues to eat with struggle, slowly calming down as he ever so slowly gets more situated to the current climate.

“Haah?” Annoyance showed clearly on Jeanne’s face. “Who the hell are you? Rude of you to ask my name without giving yours.”

“Ah, I swear these people have no manners.” She swept her hair from her face, sighing. Her sandwich half eaten, she laid it down to sip at her drink.

“Salim. Yours?” the boy asks once again, that is, asking for a name. There was not much else to ask from her - yet. For now, Salim awaits for some kind of answer, if the French gal would give away her name.

Merde, he’s not shutting up.

“Jeanne.” She put the glass down, putting her hands on the table. It was only now that she looked at Salim square in the eyes. “What do you want?”

As Franz approached, he felt as though he could cut the tension with a knife. What had happened that had made these two so confrontational so early on in the party? Certainly neither was drunk, or at least made their best attempts at hiding it.

“And my name is Franz. Nice to meet you both, you two seem to be making fast friends.” He walked past them both and pulled up a chair on the other side of Salim.

“Oh, hi Franz!” Salim speaks with a more friendly tone than with Jeanne. Salim quickly follows up, “Jeanne is mean to me.” Salim says plainly. Quite direct but Salim is still very much a child and basic in social skills, even if he is a genius in his own field of study.

Franz had a short chuckle to himself. This was going to be quite an easy mission with how quickly the boy was willing to throw his thoughts out there. “Well how dare she! And I thought you two were getting along swimmingly.” Franz was having fun with the conversation at hand. He peers over to the bully in question and raises his eyebrows a bit in surprise. How the hell did this kid gain the ire of the famous Jeanne de Bordeaux? It was a very unfortunate situation to be in to be sure.

“Fuh~” Jeanne smirked at that. “Ah, so I was right. The boy does wield pity like a weapon.”

She remained tense however, and had abandoned her food and drink, leaving it in front of her. “I’d have bid you to beware, Monsieur Franz, but I have no doubt you are familiar with snakes in the grass.”

Salim understood half of what it was said. He never really was exposed to anyform of higher reading or forms of speech. All he knew was more “simpler” sentences and wording. Afterall, he spent most of his life in a village. “I don’t understand,” Salim said in a confused tone, revealing a bit of his lack of complex social skills.

Franz had another small laugh. “Madame Bordeaux, it's a pleasure to put a name to the legend. I will be sure to keep my wits about me. Though I’m sure you mistake a snake for a common hedgehog.” Franz leaned over to Salim and talked directly to him. “A piece of advice, watch out for this one. She has claimed many burnt eyebrows in her studies. Sometimes her own, most times someone else's. Only a fool wants to be on her bad side.” He said it all in a friendly tone. He was trying to befriend Salim, but he knew better than to make an enemy out of Frau Bordeaux.

“Bah, do not bother with the child. It will continue to be coddled, and expect to be coddled. It won’t cross paths with me any time soon.” Jeanne glared at Salim’s maid before turning back to Franz. “Pity him with your bleeding heart and soon you will be shining his shoes too.”

With a slight bow to Franz and only Franz, Jeanne excused herself. She had better things to do than suffer the presence of the boy.

Franz gave a bow of his head back to Jeanne. What an interesting woman, Franz thought. There was a certain boldness and lack of restraint that he could really respect. It is a side of him that Franz would like to use more often, if duty didn’t necessitate facades. Nevertheless, he would hope to gain an ally like her in future.

Franz returned his attention back to Salim. “Kindness is a lesson some of our fellow academics need to learn, wouldn’t you agree. I will reintroduce myself, I am Franz Steiner of Austrian fame. I am aware of the long disputes between the nations we come from. However, I would like to assure you that such conflicts will not be carried over to here. I hope we can see each other as just fellow academics. That would be nice, no?” Franz held out his hand for a handshake.

Salim nods, agreeing to Franz. The boy gets a napkin and wipes off a bit of grease from his hands and palms before making contact with Franz’s hands. As always, this takes time and a good deal of struggle from Salim’s side, but he manages on his own luckily. “It's good to meet you, Franz. I see a good friend in you,” Salim smiles as he shakes Franz’s hands.

Franz had already noticed the boy's condition but had seen it on display with the handshake. "Thank you, I can see a good friendship as well." He took a pause before continuing. "By the way, I have noticed your condition. I imagine it would be quite difficult to create Formulizations in such a state. I hope you don't mind my curiosity, but what is your academic specialty? It must be quite impressive to be at a disadvantage like this and make it into Bermuda nonetheless."

“I’m an industrial engineer. I do not use formulations all too often. Heavy-industrial machines are my tools instead - I can show you an example later!” Salim tells Franz, shortly letting go of the handshake.

Franz gave out a laugh. “I certainly hope you are not operating heavy-industrial machines. Somehow I find that less believable than Formulization. Though I’m sure you meant that you have other people under you to operate them. You strike me as the planning sort.”

“Factory workers, yes. Human labor is very important to my work. Someone has to use the machines,” Salim notes.The boy cannot operate any form of machines or else he will find himself likely dead in a workplace accident.

Mission completed. Franz began to rise from his chair seeing a conclusion to the exchange. “As much as I would love to chat longer, I was hoping to have a few dances before the night is done. You must excuse me. However, before I leave I would like to let you know that there are ways around your condition with current Technologism. I am sure you can find someone to help you out if you so desire.” Franz took a quick pause to think before a devious smile crossed his face.

“In fact, I know just the person. She is short, very short with silver hair and green eyes. I am sure she would love to help you out. You will just need to address her by the proper and polite German greeting, ‘good evening fraulein Konigsmahne’. But you must not let her know I told you this, to disclose the name of a friend who kindly gives advice is very impolite in German society.”

Salim simply nods to the fact, keeping such information in his brain.

Franz finally took his leave as he began approaching the dance floor. He has had far more lessons in music and dance, than in the art of combat. It was about time he showed those talents.


In Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




-Arrival-


Franz took in the sheer spectacle of Bermuda. The sense of awe he felt in the presence of such displays had only been matched one time before. It was much like his first trip to Vienna. Growing up in some gloomy farm town and arriving in the grand centre of the nation. Now, he stood in the grand centre of the world. His eyes were filled with wonder, while his mouth had a slight bitter taste of the wealth taken to construct it. It was a strange, conflicting set of emotions to be sure.

The guided tour was an educational one. Franz never missed the opportunity to ask about landmarks and gain a greater understanding of the entire city. He made a particular mental note about the curfew. 10pm was a reasonable time and he would have no problem following it. But could he gain some advantage from staying past it? Certainly if it were only a fog that stops navigation, himself or most Egoists could still easily navigate it. Even then, most students of Bermuda’s caliber wouldn’t be held back by a simple fog. There was probably more to it, and he was not about to be the lab rat to find out.

The final stop was in front of some daunting, oversized doors. Franz was glad he had asked about opening ceremonies before getting off the air ship. Freya and Thor would have become stressed to no end if they had to endure whatever was on the other side. Another bonus was that he was dressed to the nines from the get go. In all regards, he was ready for this party.


-A Social Butterfly-


The first thing that stood out to Franz was the music. The technological constructs played competently, flawlessly in fact. It was an incredible feat of science that was playing before him. But he couldn’t ignore the fact that it was a disservice to the arts. Ask any musician in Vienna and they will tell you that technical excellence is only a fraction of playing compelling music. The ‘flaws’ are small additions of personality each musician brings to their performance. Although the untrained ear cannot consciously pin point the difference, it is subconsciously noticed by all. Unfortunately, technical excellence is all these constructs could bring to the table. Music was music though, and there was no point in having a sour mood over nothing.

Franz knew who he had to enquire about for his mission, but in his mind there was plenty of time. The night was still young after all and he deemed it far more important that he make a good name for himself. There were 2000 students starting attendance, but Franz doubted he would need to learn the names of more than 100 of them. Still, he needed to wade through just about all of them to find out who those 100 people were.

Franz approached a waiter carrying a plate of wine glasses, but didn’t grab one. “Waiter, this is a place of wonder and mystery to me. Therefore, it would be fitting that I try a wine I have never had before.” The waiter paused for a bit before handing him a small glass containing a pink wine. The waiter was correct, Franz had only heard about pink wine through conversation and rumors back home. “Thank you” he replied before dismissing the waiter and giving it a curious sip. It was quite sweet and very palatable compared to the few wines he had tried previously. Franz would have to remind himself of moderation, not that he has struggled with it in the past.

The wonder of Bermuda and the excitement of new horizons had made sparking conversation very easy. Franz had found himself occupied with three other students making casual conversation and cracking the occasional joke. One even laughed at his mention of studying Mesmerology, thinking it to be a joke. Franz took no offense of course, the reputation of the profession was well known and he had met plenty of ignorant people before.

Franz had his back turned so he didn’t see Lucy making a beeline toward him. "Guten Abend, Herr Steiner" Franz spun around to see… nothing. It was only until he tilted his head down that he saw who was addressing him. Lucrieta von Konigsmahne, any German would recognize that family name and that fame would also extend to their Austrian neighbours. Franz was well aware of who she was even before she introduced herself. “Ah, Guten Abend.”

"I am Lucretia von Konigsmahne, a pleasure to meet you. Would you honor me with a moment of your time?" How curious that a girl of such family prestige would seek out someone like him, Franz thought. Still, he would reply politely and continue the conversation in German. “The pleasure is all mine, frau Konigsmahne.” He would take her hand and gently shake it while giving a small bow. “You must forgive me, I am not too well versed in the German etiquette nor that of higher nobility. I do, however, always have time to give to one who speaks the native tongue.”


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