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Rise of the Alchemists

Diana had been tased before. She wasn't sure if one such incident was responsible for the fact she found herself in some strange, with strange men, doing strange things to her, but that didn't mean she was in any particular kind of hurry to find herself, once again, on the receiving end of an ungodly amount of juice shooting into her body, wondering around the place like a bunch of tourist that didn't understand just how serious the museum curators were about not touching anything, and then surging out of her like so many past lovers with better things to do.

Luckily though, it never came to that, and she didn't have to do a damn thing to save herself. One of the other prisoners, who apparently were apparently unhappy with the arrangements attacked the man. It was quick, brutal and successful like any kind of fight should be. Before anyone could figure out what was going on, the two guards were down. They were down and out. Were they down and dead? Diana didn't know, but she crossed her fingers and toes, and prayed to every non-existing divine entity below that this was the case. The fewer people alive to chase them the better.

For a moment after the assault, Diana wondered what to do, but then she remember the brunette had run out. Then the other guy. She could've stayed. She could've waited to see how things turned out for the ones left inside the building. She didn't, of course. She had too much to live for, the least of which not being the fact that there was a piece of Cheesecake factory cake still in her refrigerator and there was a chance, a sliver of hope, within her was a shred of a dreams he could finish that cake, before it started tasting like the fridge that surrounded it, and for that she got to her feet, and followed the others who fled.

Rise of the Alchemists

Diana Hunt

Name:
Diana Hunt

Sex:
Female

Age:
20

Skills:
Acting, Charismatic, Gaming, Debating (logic), Video Editing/making, Writing

Personality:
Despite what many would believe, because of her yt channel, Diana is a person who lives behind her eyes. She's constantly lost in thought, as a story is in need of telling or an idea is need of poking full of holes, and tends to forget there's a real world she has to deal with. That's not to say she's not good with people as she can not only interact with them fairly successfully, but thrive amongst them thanks to natural gifts in regards to reading people. She also actually likes most people, as she finds them, even the ones with faults, interesting. The only downside to this is she sometimes finds herself too eager to be liked by most people, thus her YT channel.

Bio:
Diana was born Diana, and she continues to be Diana even to this day. Her parents were normally enough. Both work eight to five jobs, which left her very much time to spend with her grandmother, who despite her faults was a rather funny woman. She was a bit on the slobbish side, which Diana's mother blamed her need to keep things immaculate (a trait which Diana inherited) on, but she was a funny woman who was great at telling stories, jokes, and awoke in Diana a need to create and show off to others.

Early life was the same for Diana as it was for most children. She went to school, came home and did homework and chores, and what little time she had was spent either writing, or with her nose in some sort of fiction or other, mostly video games with stories and anime. This all changed when she hit sixteen and became obsessed with YT channels that focused on things like SCPs and Creepypastas, or other independently written stories. So much so she quickly got into creating her own stories and posting them online for others to see. What was originally a hobby quickly turned into a full time commitment that she dropped out of school for, much to her parent's dismay. Her grandmother was cool with it though, so long as she never took drugs and didn't tell her mother she was cool with it. After that she spent most of her days writing skits, short stories, or doing gaming revies and let's plays on her tube. She wasn't exactly well off, but she did good enough to be able to afford a small apartment in a decent part of town.

However, YTing, much like any form of product that had to fight for the audience's attention wasn't always easy. There were occasional slumps in viewership which led to slumps in paychecks and that always worried Diana as she knew how trends had a bad way of staying. So during one such downwards slope she decided to take it upon herself to visit a big gaming convention in Las Vegas, and see if she might be able to get some interviews or watch a presentation she could use to draw in some more views



Alchemical Skills so far:

Multiverse

Hi there!
Recently I was a part of a multiverse rp, that sadly didn't come out on top with the whole website glitching on and off again. Supposedly there was going to be a soft reboot, that I am still holding out hope for, but as the weeks go by am becoming more and more positive it won't happen. So in the meantime, I was wondering if there was anyone else here interested in doing a multiverse type roleplay, and if so, what kind? Personally, I'm leaning more towards Sandbox, with occasional larger events, in the same style as the previous rp I was in, but am open to suggestions. Also, would appreciate other suggestions regarding rps of this nature, as I'm unfamiliar with leading sandbox type rps.

One Piece: The Journey of a Thousand Miles

Before Abbygail decided on a course of action, as to what the best way to handle the marine situation was, everything spiraled out of control. Which, was in its own way kind of beautiful like watching something, covered in confetti and feathers, explode. One moment it was just a surprised marine, trying to figure out what was going on, and the next, there was panic, and a marine with broken bones, looking up at their swordswoman's curled up fist. Which, was probably better than looking up at the woman's blade, but it was very doubtful than the man saw it that way or even knew what was going on.

Her first impulse was too pull the marine out of harm's way and put him somewhere safe, tied up, with a sock in his mouth, but she pushed that aside. She wasn't with the marines any more. She was a pirate, on a personal war against the world government and all who stood besides it. So she forced herself to relax and allow Red-Eyes to hold on to their captive for the moment.

@Crimson Lion
"Calm down, Rainer" Abbygail muttered a long slow, aggravated sigh. "We're not in much trouble yet." She raised her hands up so he could see her use them to make calming gestures.

@grandia20
"Kyy" Abigail paused a moment to acknowledge their resident spear master coming on board. "Morning. Glad You're able to join us now, just as things are getting good."

@Shiyonichi
"See, Rainer." Abbygail said in response to Musashi's point. "We'll only end up in level three of Impel Down, on a worst case scenario. So there's no point in panicking. We just have to play this smart." She paused and blinked. "Or rough." She rubbed her chin. "Kind of hard to figure out what's going on at the moment."

Frowning, she turned her attention to the marine, the horrified marine who was still, STILL, in the process of trying to figure out what exactly was going on. He was obviously a grunt for a reason, no more sharper than a thumbtack with the sharp metal bit thrown off. She doubted he was going to catch on any time soon, judging by the way his eyes were dilating oddly. He was probably concussed.

"Hey." She said calmly enough, and then when the man didn't respond to her, his eyes still on the fist hovering before his face. "Hey!" She snapped, clapping her hands together to make as much noise as possible. The man, thinking he'd some how managed to get punched several more times before coming to understand the sound wasn't coming from his bones breaking, blinked and turned his attention to the purple haired woman.

"Huh?"

"What's going on her?" She asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest, and doing her best not to glare to hard at the guy. She wasn't afraid of hurting his feelings, but the man was so scared and out of it, he was lucky to piss himself, and at that point she was certain REd-Eyes would kill him, and she wouldn't blame her. If a guy got piss on her she'd do the exact same thing. "Why is this ship being towed by the marines?"

The man licked his lips and darted quick glances between Abbygail and his captor. "I. I. I."

"Not yes." Abbygail muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. "The person in charge. Why're they having this ship."

He swallowed and shook his head. "Uh. We were flagged down by the guy, Mark, and he said that he needed a tow to the nearest island."

"And where is Mark?"

"Is on the ship, having a chat with Captain Kard. I don't know what. He swore it was important though and innocent lives were at stake"

@Crimson Lion
"A tow?" Abbygail muttered. "Maybe something happened to the boat while we were all out like lights.?"
She shook her head and turned her attention back to RAiner. "Hey. We're missing Boomer. Do you mind going down to the deck and getting her back up here while Musashi and myself figure out what to do?"

@Noodles
"Hey there!" A marine, baby faced and fresh shaved, stopped on his way to the latrine. The sight of the young woman, dressed in a uniform a few sizes too big caught his attention like a fish who suddenly realized there was a hook in its size. "Did we get more soldiers without anyone telling me, again?"

Royal Rumble!

@CavnderOHeart
Hello!

Rise of the Alchemists

@TheUnknowable

@RumikoOhara@jynmi88@Strange RodentAlright, I started the RP. You can move your characters to the Char tab. I'll move mine as soon as I finish her.

@TheUnknowable

Just got off work, and open tomorrow. So I'll get a post up after work tomorrow (probably)

One Piece: The Journey of a Thousand Miles

After showing the short purple haired woman, to her room, the captain, waited on the deck of his ship, 'The Roast Beef' with his arms crossed over his chest, watching the remaining villagers of the city, celebrate their survival. There would be a hard time in front of them, but they weren't worried about that at the moment. They weren't worried about anything at the moment. All the cared about at that instance was the fact that they had managed to step out of death's grasps, and were currently free to wiggle their behinds in his face..

"Mark," the first mate said, stepping out of the shadows to stand by his captain.

"Hmm?" The captain muttered, without without bothering to turn around "What is it Tim?"

"The last of the pirates have been shown to their place to sleep on the ship."

The captain gave a nod. "Are the preparations ready to cast off?"

"Yes sir." Tim said with a nod. "It's just a matter of pulling up the anchor."

"Alright." The captain held out his hand, and a flare gun was placed in it. "Get it done. I'll be at the wheel in a moment."

"Yes sir." Tim said, with another bow before disappearing back into the shadows.

With a sigh, the captain looked down at the flare gun. He checked the round, which was a fare indeed, and reloaded it. "Nice tries guys." He said, with a sigh. He raised the gun, and aimed towards the right of the town, towards a stone face which would hide the smoke and light from anyone in the village. The shot sailed true, and released a thin, blue line of smoke, which could go for days if it needed to.

For a moment, Mack stood, and watched the sky, until he saw the first thin outline of the smoke crawling into the air before turning and heading to wheel the ship.
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Abbygail awoke with a groan. She wasn't in any form of pain. Just frustrated because, even with years away from the marines, she could still not manage to get herself to sleep in. "Hmmm?" She muttered, rubbing her eyes and slowly pushing herself out of bed. "What now?" There was a small bit of drool on her mouth she quickly wiped off.

"Are we even moving?" She muttered, rubbing her eyes and getting out of bed to dress. "Feels like it?" It did. The ship wasn't large enough to hide the waves of the sea.

Frowning, she slowly pushed the door to her sleep chamber open and looked around. There was nobody in the hall. "Hello?" She called, and waited for a moment. There was no response. "Damn it." She muttered, realizing that something was off. "I'm going to kick someone's ass. I swear it." She shook her head, and started walking to the left, where she was certain she'd be able to get to the deck, and find some answers.
"Hey, you guys on here?" She turned her head to the left and the right as she walked. "Did they even get on board the ship?" She thought for a moment and shook her head. "I'm sure they did. I trust those guys." Frowning she continued calling out to her team.
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Eventually, ABbygail the former marine made her way to the deck. "Oh." She sighed. Leaning on the ship's railing and looking around. "Oh this is just fantastic."

The ship had definitely traveled through the night, but not the way they should've been. Instead of shooting freely through the ocean's waters as they should've been, the boat was being toed along by a marine ship.

"Hey!" A gruff voice called from behind her. "What're you doing on here?" She turned and noted a marine private, a grunt, moving towards her. "Mark said there wasn't anyone else on board!"

Royal Rumble!

Hey guys! I've had a bit of a black out. Hope its not too late to join in?

Shattered Universe: Dimensional Warfare

I could use a link too!

Royal Rumble!

Melanie 'The Void' Hennar

Name: Melanie 'The Void' Hennar

Age: 16

Grade: Vigilantes

Biography:
Melanie had, arguably, a traumatizing childhood. At least, that's what her parents would tell her, but she's always had her suspicions. So the story goes, at her birth, the devil, a devil, a demon, or something else, with nothing better to do, came into the church upon her baptism, and ripped her soul from her young body. Nobody is exactly sure as to why the soul was pulled out of her, but pulled it was. There were a lot of witnesses, apparently, which Melanie has never had the fortune to talk to in person. The entire tale reeks of something made up, as nearly all the little details in it are constantly changing from her parents, and so she doesn't put much faith in it. Not that she cares much if the story was true or not, as in the end, not having a soul, or whatever the demon supposedly took, doesn't seem to have any negative effects, and quite frankly she's found some positives to the whole ordeal.

Her early life was, for the most part, spent in what many would consider bliss, or at least close to it, as close to it as one could get while not having a soul (Really the only negative to the story her parents told was the fact that they never stopped telling it and so everywhere she went, regardless of how nice it was, everyone eventually learned of her back story.) Which, when she was young, quickly led to fights, and then they'd all have to pack up and head somewhere else. This went on for some time before her parents got tired of moving (before Melanie did by the way) and decided to settle down at Rhea, because, they assumed, there were so many people there to share their story with, that the odds of Melanie making an enemy of the entire city were slim, if any. They also held hopes that she would be eventually drawn towards St. Laurel's. Plus, it was in this City were Melanie lost her soul in the first place, and if anywhere could help her get it back, then it was there.

However, it was at this point, when they took Melanie to visit the Church of the great theft, where their plans sort of, what many would call, nose dive. Instead of the young woman becoming interested in looking at the area where the most prized of her possessions was ripped out of her, her attention was drawn to the want ad to join the vigilantes, which she did, and from that point on, no amount of begging from her parents to try for something greater like St. Laruel's could change her mind.

Powers
Core Power Empty:As was stated from, above Melanie has no soul. None. In its place, Melanie is connected to an empty, hungry, space, existing outside of regular physics.
Sub-power 1 Remodel:Melanie is capable of changing the spacial dimensions of the place she's connected to. Increasing its volume increases the power of the vacuum, while decreasing the space allows her to increase the pressure inside the space.
Sub-Power 2 Window: Melanie can create openings into her personal space, in a variety of shapes, that take the form of glowing white areas. There's no known limit to the size or shape she can make the openings. However, the main limit to this ability is that the floating portals (those not directly connected to her body) are incapable of transporting anything denser than air. However, windows connected to her physical body do not have such issues. Also, it should be noted that Melanie is capable of making the openings work in multiple directions. It should be noted that the physical world reacts the same way to Melanie widow ability as empty space.
Sub-Power 3 Door:Melanie can phase herself out of this reality into her room, but only herself. She's limited to the amount of time she can stay in her room, which is based on the temperature and the amount of air available for her once she steps in. Once inside, Melanie is incapable of altering the room's dimensions.

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