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...why is my youtube feed full of Jordan Peterson videos? I've never watched any of his shit
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7 yrs ago
I'll top the bill! I'll overkill! I have to find the will to carry on with the show! On with the show!
7 yrs ago
@Metadude Well, why not. If it works, it works.
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7 yrs ago
You also gotta remember partisan jokes only work for those on your side. Like if I make afor joke about the bloody Union, I'll get the support of my Northern friends but push away those Union folks.
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7 yrs ago
Ja, uff da. Ække godt det der
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If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
@vancexentan That doesn't really feel like high risk/high rewardy tho, it's more like high risk/meh reward. I mean, I could remove the NP part from it, instead only utilizing the personal skills. But, well, I didn't actually explain well enough how it would work. There'd be dice rolls and such, meaning we'll have no idea how effective it might be. It might make her extremely broken, I agree, but it might also dohave absolutely nothing. and she herself has no real control of how it works either. Like a curse.
Well, that was kinda what I was trying to say. I just blame my sleepyhead for forgetting the word charisma. But, yeah, it gives her that and removes her fighting will.
Tagged in at the end, read in the wiki she could. I'll remove it then.
Trust thing, idk. I made it with the intention that these two would not get along well at all, so if they did there should be some benefit. But I can remove the unlocking abilities and make it unlimited np works instead.
I guess the easiest way to explain it all is that I had an overarching theme going, and with Chloe the Affections of the Holy Grail's negative side is what, in my mind, allowed her to be on the stronger side. I just like high risk high reward concepts.
Mainly because I like to go outside of canon. I like to make my own twists to things. Makes it easier for me to visualize the cgaracter in the RP, as well as keeping me from being bored with it. I just don't do canon all that well! That's the only reasons really.
The NP idea was mainly stolen from Chloe in the Prisma show tho.
Oki, here we go. Now, I know Chloe is incredibly powerful here, mind it's actually planned out.
Chloe's strengths come when she actually gets her fighting spirit as well as support from her Master, but they are by no mwans compatible. In other words, unless her master finds a way to get her in, which is a challenge by far given how Freya prefers solitude as well as his lacking social cues, she'll be as pointless as a NPC!
Character Sheets:
Magi Sheet:
Name: Matthew Frey Meenosson Nicknames: Freya (of Death) Age: 23 Gender: Teeechnically male Master of: Archer Command Seal Location: Atop his right chest, the magical markings of the command seals lay. When all three are intact, they form the vicious face of a wolf, mirroring Freya as well. Origin: Bloodlust Appearance:
- Personality: The hunter's spirit lingers with the short, effeminte frame of this male, as if a great thirst for blood boils within his veins. The desire to rob a creature of it's life has always been a thing of interest to him, and the free life of just carrying a rifle in the woods, stalking down prey before remorselessly fire round after round to claim him another trophy that he can revere with great pride. And with his great, obsessive interest with modern weaponry combined with his family's wealth, he has amassed an armory rivaling few for the purpose of ending life. He is, as one could say, a serial killer.
Yet he still maintains his conciousness and empathy. He may not show it very frequently, but when the time comes he may bleed his heart out to ensure the person in question recieves his comfort and care. His heart is also quite the brittle one, and while he may seem like a tough man, personality-wise, he can turn around and enter his favored cabin for the sole purpose of crying out his tears, cursing his own weaknesses, venting out his built up frustrations. He would, however, never show this side of his to anyone unless in very specific situations, instead keeping his cool killer-instincts sharp in battle. But when someone gets under his thick layer of skin, they'll see him as an overly emotional person instead of his cold, harsh and empty exterior.
And just to build on that, deep within his heart of hearts, all he truly seeks is a loving embrace that could cleanse his mind and body of all the built up cruelty and hatred, that could banish his neverending hunting spirit and that could cool his relentless desire for claming lives. A love that could free him from his own twisted, emotional mind. A love that could once again root him to this world, instead of his limbonic state of Beast or Man.
Stumbling in his dialogue is no rarity, for he has been on his own for the most part of his life and thus has learned little of social cues and by extension is what one could consider a lone wolf. This is all in thanks of his feminine looks, his heterochromatic eyes as well as his unique and sometimes creepy, morbid and distasteful interests. But to him, there is few greater joys than puncturing the lungs of a wild beast, carving it's leather off for later use and then slice up the fresh meat for food. Or putting a bullet through the head of a living person. Watching the brainmass splatter onto the ground, only chunks left to linger. He enjoys that feeling, in fact he revels in it, despite his innate fear of what he could become if he succumbs to this passionate, intoxicating lust.
Biography: Born to a high-standing family in Norway, the young Matthew quickly found himself alienated from kids his age. He was an easy target for bullies thanks to his small, frail body, crybaby tendencies, his strange eyes that neither shared color ordinarily, but sometimes even changed colors completely, and his deep interest in life and death. His teachers revered his abilities in philosophy, but feared the very nature of it. They found him to be what Niezsche would be if he held passion and strong emotions, as well as the will to act upon it. And so he fell out with them as well, leaving him to wolf pen that is bullying children, as if trying to toughen him up.
It worked the other way around. During these days, he found great solitude and enjoyment the days he and his father went into the woods, and his desire for blood and vengance for the bullies maternalized and thrived whenever he pictured their faces. And it didn't take long for him to realize his abilities as a marksman rivaled that of trained snipers. Sure, he missed once in a while in his youth, as he could not control his wild emotions and patience. That changed over time.
With every passing year he grew more skilled, synonymously with his falling grades and school attendance, his only savior from the relentless children being that of his guns. And he grew more and more infatuated with them, attaining a large roster of both civillian and military grade weapons through his family's massive wealth. And one fateful evening, he committed a most heinous act.. he placed bullets through his family members.
The result of this tragedy was one youth gone missing, despite the many, many search attempts in his home country. Futile to no avail, for his eyes had brought attraction to him by a certain other people, the magi of Chaldea. Although he declined their offer at frst, claiming a hunt for evil magi is best left to those that actually care for it, but eventually he was persuaded. It would seem a mention of his innate bloodlust is all that's necessary.
He no longer sees the need for his emotions and his brashness, instead now relying fully on his skills. He discarded them, or rather sunk them down into rotten pile within his slowly mentally broken mind and heart. And he eventually came to learn the joy of death, the death of others that fueled his own life. Remorse and selfdeprication also followed, but the moment of pulling the trigger that ends life is what saved him from his haunting guilt. And he contains it by pulling the trigger again. And again. And no one ever know he does it. And that was the birth of Freya of Death. -
Magecraft Section:
School of Magecraft: None
Skills/Spells List: Marksmanship: A+ Few snipers could match his precision with a gun, and he is by no means afraid of using it. His bodycount has reached great levels, and the few intelligence agencies that even knew of him has earmarked him as a massive threat. Mystic Eyes of Death Perception: A Born with the gift to not only feed his bloodlust, but also the ability to see how the killing would unfold and what is the most logical place to end them. A supportive skill that is extremely rare, and a skill many great mages seek to have by their side. It requires no magical mana usage, however extended use leaves him with a highly painful migraine.
Amount of Magecraft Mana: E
Other:
Freya has a massive armory of weaponry, as well as several smaller ones lingering about the world. They hold a great collection of military-grade weapons as well.
He suffers from a bodily condition called BMD Deficiency, which renders his skeletal bones prone to fractures.
Skills (Custom ones are allowed Rate A-E): Vampiric Kiss: B Vampiric Kiss allows Archer to siphon magical energy from whomever she kissed into herself, refilling her with prana. A marvelous tool to maintain herself without the need of her Master.
Affections of the Holy Grail: B+ Brought to this world as a key to unlock the grail, the holiness itself holds her in high regard. The grail has seen her love for manipulation and has given her access to a silver tongue beyond any other, allowing her words to either plant a seed or outright warp the minds of others, depending on their magical resistance. But the grail has taken from her the desire to fight, making it all the more harder to let her free spirit actively join in.
Clairvoyance: B When standing at an elevated point, Chloe is capable of scrying a large area around her with great precision.
Class Abilities: Magical Resistance: B Independent Action: B
Base Parameters: (Rate them A-E. Normal Human (or humans that actually existed) Servants will rarely have certain attributes above C unless their history, or tales depict them of being able to use one of them very handily) Strength: (筋力, Kinryoku?): D Endurance: (耐久, Taikyū?): C Agility: (敏捷, Binshō?): A Magical Power: (魔力, Maryoku?): C+ Good luck: (幸運, Kōun?): C Noble Phantasm: (宝具, Hōgu?): B
Noble Phantasms: (typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Noble_Phantasm) Name: Allmight of Einzbern Quote: By the values in the great name of my family, let our paths.finally unite! Rank: C Type: Anti-Unit Range: N/A Description: Think Unlimited Blade Works as if it was Limited. And stuff. I don't feel like describing things right now, but ye. It's not like it'll even see use in a couple hundred posts at least, so I'll have a good amount of time to wrote it, indeed. So, Diet UBW is it for now.
Alright I have Arthur, and Leon (same Leon from the other fates rps but older, and more experienced as well as a bit different in personality) already finished.
If Arthur is too strong in your, and Kawaii's opinion I will change him but Proto Arthur is so rarely seen I thought he'd be fun to play.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">If you can keep your head when all about you <br> Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, <br>If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,<br> But make allowance for their doubting too; <br>If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,<br> Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,<br>Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,<br> And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:<br><br>If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; <br> If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; <br>If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster<br> And treat those two impostors just the same; <br>If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken<br> Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,<br>Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,<br> And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:<br><br>If you can make one heap of all your winnings<br> And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,<br>And lose, and start again at your beginnings<br> And never breathe a word about your loss;<br>If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew<br> To serve your turn long after they are gone, <br>And so hold on when there is nothing in you<br> Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’<br><br>If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, <br> Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,<br>If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,<br> If all men count with you, but none too much;<br>If you can fill the unforgiving minute<br> With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, <br>Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, <br> And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!</div>