Kidgoat

All We Do for Gold

Hey ya'll, I've been struggling in uni recently, so I don't really have the time to focus on roleplaying. I'll need to go on hiatus, at least until Thanksgiving week. I'm sorry for taking so long to inform you both and I wish you both well.

All We Do for Gold

@KidgoatWas wondering if you had any plans you were going to start working towards for the RP? Or if maybe you would like a bit more information to build off of. Same goes for you @kapuchu

@ConteAmarula

It would be nice to have a bit more information to work off of since Dylan was originally meant to be a side character representing the average traveller native to the country. He would've basically tried to figure out the mystery and bounce off of other characters like Jane, Astrid and Benjamin, so I really didn't have much planned other than possibly bringing in The Baron around Fortune Found or have Dylan become somehow affected by the town's paranormal aspects. So now that nearly all the cast is gone by this point, I have to figure out a motivation other than money and fear lol.

I can put up a post this weekend to keep the RP moving, or we could even collaborate on a post if that would flow better.

Legend of Benkei

Nell

...Call connected.

The phone clicks.

"...Eyyyy Nellieeee. You make it to that 5-star joint yet?"

"I just got down here sir." Doors slid open. A synthetic imitation of what was once a train whistle played.

"What? What held you up?" A metallic ringing trailed behind concrete scraping against the ground. Aluminum and the like lightly clattered.

"Traffic." Ironically the crowding kicked up around the time she left for the train station, and it didn't feel any better on this side of town. It didn't stop her client from going off though.

"Nellie what the *%#^? I could've sent you a whole @*% limousine- why the hell didn't you say anything??"

"I doubt it would've changed much. Two whole lanes were closed."

"Don't #&$*^%& make excuses with me little Missy. I would've sent in a helicopter for @$#^$' sake. You know you sure as hell used to be a helluva more punctual for the $^*& you're spouting at me right now. What the hell were you doing?"

"Getting dressed by the tailor you ordered." A bow tie was clinging onto the base of her collarbone, resting nicely on top of a tuxedo top and white buttoned shirt. Their sleeves were clipped, exposing her usual armor underneath. Though she typically wouldn't leave her mask up, the tailor insisted that it would make the whole outfit come together, "Didn't want to be misrepresenting you in high society after all."

A hoarse chuckle made its way into the audio, "Yeah, yeah listen. Just cover for me in there, will ya? I ain't got time to be out and about no more. You had better not miss anything."

"Of course, sir."

"And quit with the ^#&%#%^ sir nonsense..." A second of silence passes before the man snarkily chortled. "Lighten up a little."

"Course'." The signal cuts. Her smile fades as the softened humming of the train grew distant and the blistering chattering of people grew clearer. No matter how crowded the clearing was, it seemed that she was alone for the time-being. She turned her gaze to the golden gates of a priceless building.

... . ... . ... . ...

She worked her way through HQ after looking at the map, placing one of her crutches forward before taking a step, swapping through her small array of vision, searching for anything that would've indicated a meeting hall. As always, she could sense the innumerable eyes locked onto her appearance. There might have been a thousand questions reverberating through their minds, a thousand opinions running rampant. Someone even had the nerve to speak about theirs.

"Do you think they chose that augmentation? Tsh, people would do anything for attention these days, wouldn't they?"

The words had tested her nerves for a moment, but as always she didn't allow their remarks to cling to her. Even beyond the incident, dating back to her very birth, these were the things that were out of her control. Either she had to get used to it and work with what she had, or let the inevitable eat away at her mental. Besides, she had finally caught something once she switched to her thermal vision one more time. A great blotch of red flaring up before hiding away into the walls of blue. She followed the halls to the direction of the source, transitioning to a quieter space. It wasn't long before she reached venue in front of the meeting hall. Security had eyed the envelope tucked away in her chest pocket. "You mind?"

"Not at all." They take hold of the invitation and quickly scan it before placing it back. "Welcome." She nodded and passed through them, catching one last sentence in the ou before their words blended into the music, "...Still doesn't top the octopus."

From the moment she stepped on the floor, a dull metallic clink resonated throughout each of them. Each time she lifted the metal slabs on her shoulders up, she could feel a fair bit of resistance magnetizing her gear to the floor. Luckily it didn't seem like she needed to use any magic to move at a steady pace. She'd hate to waste any magic on it considering how much it shouldn't matter, but it was annoying having to manually aim her steps. And even then she couldn't exactly say the same for the chairs. Not even half a foot from the table, she could already sense the ever so faintly subtle scraping of metal legs. If she was careful she might have been able to stand by the table for a few minutes, but eventually her magnetic field was going to screw with the entire end if she let it be.

Just then, the clattering of a pole radiated throughout the domed room. She looked across to find... others. Four others to be exact. She kind of felt bad for bringing the tux now, seeing how some of them didn't really cared to dress all that much. It would have saved so much time in the long run. If what she saw was any indicator, they were bound to be some interesting types. Ready to stare and make assumptions, the first to be judged was the bombastic one in purple.

It was kind of unnerving seeing the muscles on her body. During the years when she was hitting the gym, she was nowhere near achieving that much beef. She wasn't sure to be jealous or impressed. She just knew that she wouldn't be able to fight her head-on if she had to. She seemed A wonderful or a horrible asset to the team, depending on what's to come.

A man donned in garbs quite perfect for the occasion. And look at those tendrils. They would be perfectly suited for anything dexterous, and looking at their material they should also be pretty sturdy. Was that a syringe sticking out of his other arm? If he wanted to go for a jack of all trades build, this was excellent. Surely, she was curious on how he'd implement the tools at his disposal.

The lady in red. Or rather, the Red Queen, given the dress. Oh wait, it was a metal dress. Hmm. It seemed cool on paper, but it looked so stiff. Could she even move in that armor? Admittedly though, the axe was kind of sick. Made her wish that Solaris was more of a traditional weapon, or something that she could wield One Sword Style instead of having to conjure magic to even fire it. It'll be interesting seeing how she fought.

And lastly, a little mini Jester thing. A tiny jester thing that was gesturing. It was sort of cute to be honest, especially with the big old jester hat it had. The glint in place of its eyes seemed a bit sinister though. She wondered if he ran any dark magic.

Overall, this group was a decent enough team. They felt well balanced enough to at least live long enough to complete whatever mission would be assigned to them. Nell felt like she could be a ranged supporter at best, a liability at worst. Although she knew that she could hold her own in some scenarios, she wasn't certain about her effectiveness in a team composition. This was her first live mission with Solaris, with only a year or so to understand a fraction of its power and a fraction of that fraction to actually wield it. It wouldn't have been so bad if that didn't effectively ruin her previous abilities as well. But alas, She had too little information on the job to recommend a better suited individual, and she wouldn't dare think about dropping out now, especially with how little people had arrived thus far. She and everyone else would just have to deal with it. For the moment, it would be best to get intel on the situation and report back to her client, considering how late she was. She took a few steps towards the gathering, planning on making her introduction a smooth one. The mask receded into her visor as she readied to speak.

"Hey-" Only a fork hidden amongst the piles of shattered dishes hurtled towards her at the speed of light, cutting her words short and her intent lost. Almost reflexively, she switched up the current surrounding Solaris, repulsing the fork with a little too much power. It skyrocketed straight to the ceiling, bouncing around the chandelier before landing between two of the candle-holders.

Crap. Oh well, It was always better to be straightforward anyways. "...Did I miss anything?"

All We Do for Gold

That's neat! I guess I should say that apart from attempts at slang, it's not intentional if there's any weird phasing on my end. It's just likely that I'll be sleep-deprived when I post.

All We Do for Gold

@kapuchu Just posted it, it's short but I hope you all enjoy it :)

All We Do for Gold

So Dylan makes his way to a table, head down, trying not to look anyone in the eyes so he could enjoy his oatmeal. Til a loud 'Góðan morgunn!' bulldozed their way into his ears. His latent anxiety flared up from the foreign words, only to realize moments later that it was actually another traveler coming down the stairs. Thank god. They definitely weren't from anywhere close by, but it didn't seem like they mean any harm.

Before he could say anything however, someone else decided to introduce themselves. Brown vest, leather satchel, loose-fitting jeans. This was shaping to be the same man from earlier. Seemed like he was looking for reasons about why she even traveled here at all. Dylan himself wasn't too interested in digging into other people's motivations, most times it just made both parties either get too comfortable or uncomfortable with each other. He was better off just knowing it they could both work together and drop it from there. With the Baron being the exception of course, he could listen to that old man's stories all day long.

He caught himself staring at the two by the time the french woman, Celeste, spoke up. A bit unnerving seeing someone loaded with guns from shoulder to waist, and even more so if they know how to use them. So ain't it a blessing that Celeste wasn't in it for the money. Course' it was a bit selfish taking joy in knowing that at least one person here wouldn't be competing against them for the prize, but any chances to improve life back at home would've trumped over any courteous virtues. He scoops some oatmeal with his spoon, contemplating whether he should pitch in his ow-

Bang!

"AH! Shi..." Dylan's hand had jolted, sending oatmeal flying onto his face and him in a rush to wipe it off. He glares up to the others, his annoyance fading out.

After a moment of silence, he returned to his train of thought and figured a single sentence should suffice for anyone who willing to hear it, "The name's Dylan, I also got business here." He finishes off his bowl of oatmeal, his arm lightly shivering from the last gunshot.

Legend of Benkei

Nell

NAME: Nell Trooper

AGE: 28

GENDER: Female

APPEARANCE:
[Image coming later]
She is not wielding a mech suit. That's the external part of her endoskeleton. Her legs and skeletal structure completely replaced with metal and magic, she was once a more centered being, on the verge of perfect sync with her body. However, she would not necessarily call what she has now an improvement. Two ferrous metal bars latch onto her shoulders, acting more as a shackle rather than an upgrade. The rest of her torso is covered in lighter armor and polyester, barely tying the conflict between human and machine together. Her face is covered by a G-force resistant visor, able to convert into a full mask. They completely obscure her eyes and are packed with a communication system that links directly to her contacts. Her contractor's calls are automatically answered. She stands at 5 '7", Though she only ever comfortable at this height in her signature skill.

ATTRIBUTES:
Mind: 2/10 (3)
Body: 2/10 (3)
Agility: 3/10 (4)
Craft: 0/10 (1)
Magic: 3/10 (4)

SOLARIS: Apparently that’s the name the company behind this mess came up with. That being the ten metal bars in her . Their magnetic field implied that they were meant to slide and rotate to accommodate movement, however they usually remained locked as two sets joined at her shoulders, forcing her to work with them or break under their weight. The only somewhat decent thing to come out of it were the engines laced in every piece, an outlet for blinding energy shots and rocket fuel. She's still learning new things about her predicament to this day.

Her legs, more reliable than her arms, are able to hover over smooth surfaces with grace and deliver energy boosted kicks with precision.

SIGNATURE SKILL: IRON VALKYRIE - Nell is freed. Interpreting it as incapacitation, her armor starts to siphon latent magic at a rapid rate. Usually it’s meant to stabilize her gear, however if she redirects it to her engines, it enables a burst of speed that helps her outrun her own snapped metal bars that will then threaten to smite her. Starting from a roll check of 10, for each post Iron Valkyrie is active, roll based on Agility. If successful, Agility will temporarily increase by 10 and the minimum for the next roll increases by 10, both up to a maximum of 100. When a roll beyond the first post fails, her capacity to resist the magnetic pull of the bars weakens. By the end of her action Nell will be shackled back to her arms, and depending on the situation a d5 check will dictate recoil damage. If she holds her run for the full duration her magical pool is spent, however she may manage to resist recoil damage and end Iron Valkyrie early with a high enough roll in Mind, Body and/or Magic (or an external force).

Requires a Magic check of 50 to activate on command.

Blunt Trauma - If anything is in the trajectory of Nell’s wings during Metal Valkyrie, roll a d5. This’ll determine how many pieces hit.

GO-TO MOVES/PASSIVES:

Propulsion - Using the engines laced throughout her gear, she's able to propel herself to at most 2/3rds a city block. However, due to how her arms are structured, the sudden jolts tend to break her composure. If she makes a straight jump, after crossing the max distance she will be unable to act for one post. Another application for Propulsion would be to focus on more evasive maneuvers, enhancing her nimbleness.

Sustainability - With giant stands for hands, it is very difficult to care for yourself. Much more when it comes to fixing your own gear. That is why her machinery siphons small increments of magic from her surroundings and converts it into nourishment. Apart from eliminating her need to eat or drink, her gear is usually capable of stabilizing her in critical moments, repairing at a sluggish rate, and reacting to non-dark magical healing. Resulting in restored damaged parts and a Nell who doesn't need to know much about crafting. However, it is not a regenerative ability meant for combat, meaning it won't activate when she's preparing a non-signature attack and it won't outpace consecutive attacks. Nell would have probably died if it wasn't for this support system, however, it still takes away a lot of joy from life.

Vision - Her mask has actual uses beyond business calls and declining annoying in-laws. With her visor attached, she is able to detect an array of non-magical signatures, including Infrared and Electric. It's good for scouting ahead and discerning clues, however, any decent magic masking these signatures is harder to see through.

MAGIC BRANCH: Enhancement - Though it doesn’t usually manifest in standalone spells. Instead it facilitates the link between her and her magi-tech, altering the magnetic aura and fueling the engines. As of yet it’s one of the only means of control she has over her armor.

BIO:

- Born armless. Her father sets her on the path to a mercenary anyway.
- Has been taking up contracts since adolescence, saving up for various cybernetics from various corporations to be the best possible version she could be. The only augmentation she didn't bother with was her arms as she felt like it would interfere with her methods.
- Ends up being pretty proud of her skill on the battlefield, being able to do what most others could do.
- Takes her money to a highly rated company that supposedly specializes in weapon augmentations.
- Got turned into an airplane.
- Tried to file a lawsuit, but found out that she had no legal standing.
- Takes up contract work again to pay for another surgery.
- No longer able to conjure record breaking speed on a whim, her usual clients realized that her 'value' had been cut short. As a result, many of them wrote her off as a liability and refused her requests.
- The only person willing to contract with her was an old associate she's worked with for a long while. Apparently they wanted someone to attend a party in their place.

Legend of Benkei

Nell Reworked

NAME: Nell Trooper

AGE: 28

GENDER: Female

APPEARANCE:
[Image coming later]
She is not wielding a mech suit. That's the external part of her endoskeleton. Her legs and skeletal structure completely replaced with metal and magic, she was once a more centered being, on the verge of perfect sync with her body. However, she would not necessarily call what she has now an improvement. Two ferrous metal bars latch onto her shoulders, acting more as a shackle rather than an upgrade. The rest of her torso is covered in lighter armor and polyester, barely tying the conflict between human and machine together. Her face is covered by a G-force resistant visor, able to convert into a full mask. They completely obscure her eyes and are packed with a communication system that links directly to her contacts. Her contractor's calls are automatically answered. She stands at 5 '7", Though she only ever reached this height in her signature skill.

ATTRIBUTES:
Mind: 2/10 (3)
Body: 2/10 (3)
Agility: 3/10 (4)
Craft: 0/10 (1)
Magic: 3/10 (4)

SOLARIS: Apparently that’s the name the company behind this mess came up with. That being the ten metal bars in her . Their magnetic field implied that they were meant to slide and rotate to accommodate movement, however they usually remained locked as two sets joined at her shoulders, forcing her to work with them or break under their weight. The only somewhat decent thing to come out of it were the engines laced in every piece, an outlet for blinding energy shots and rocket fuel. She's still learning new things about her predicament to this day.

Her legs, more reliable than her arms, are able to hover over smooth surfaces with grace and deliver energy boosted kicks with precision.

SIGNATURE SKILL: IRON VALKYRIE - Nell is freed. Interpreting it as incapacitation, her armor starts to siphon latent magic at a rapid rate. Usually it’s meant to stabilize her gear, however if she redirects it to her engines, it enables a burst of speed that helps her outrun her own snapped metal bars that will then threaten to smite her. Starting from a roll check of 10, for each post Metal Valkyrie is active, roll based on Agility. If successful, Agility will temporarily increase by 10 and the minimum for the next roll increases by 10, both up to a maximum of 100. When a roll beyond the first post fails, her capacity to resist the magnetic pull of the bars weakens. By the end of her action Nell will be shackled back to her arms, and depending on the situation a d5 check will dictate recoil damage. If she holds her run for the full duration her magical pool is spent, however she may manage to resist recoil damage and end Metal Valkyrie early with a high enough roll in Mind, Body and/or Magic (or an external force).

Requires a Magic check of 50 to activate on command.

Blunt Trauma - If anything is in the trajectory of Nell’s wings during Metal Valkyrie, roll a d5. This’ll determine how many pieces hit.

GO-TO MOVES/PASSIVES:

Propulsion - Using the engines laced throughout her gear, she's able to propel herself to at most 2/3rds a city block. However, due to how her arms are structured, the sudden jolts tend to break her composure. If she makes a straight jump, after crossing the max distance she will be unable to act for one post. Another application for Propulsion would be to focus on more evasive maneuvers, enhancing her nimbleness.

Sustainability - With giant stands for hands, it is very difficult to care for yourself. Much more when it comes to fixing your own gear. That is why her machinery siphons small increments of magic from her surroundings and converts it into nourishment. Apart from eliminating her need to eat or drink, her gear is usually capable of stabilizing her in critical moments, repairing at a sluggish rate, and reacting to non-dark magical healing. Resulting in restored damaged parts and a Nell who doesn't need to know much about crafting. However, it is not a regenerative ability meant for combat, meaning it won't activate when she's preparing a non-signature attack and it won't outpace consecutive attacks. Nell would have probably died if it wasn't for this support system, however, it still takes away a lot of joy from life.

Vision - Her mask has actual uses beyond business calls and declining annoying in-laws. With her visor attached, she is able to detect an array of non-magical signatures, including Infrared and Electric. It's good for scouting ahead and discerning clues, however, any decent magic masking these signatures is harder to see through.

MAGIC BRANCH: Enhancement - Though it doesn’t usually manifest in standalone spells. Instead it facilitates the link between her and her magi-tech, altering the magnetic aura and fueling the engines. As of yet it’s one of the only means of control she has over her armor.

BIO:

- Born armless. Her father sets her on the path to a mercenary anyway.
- Has been taking up contracts since adolescence, saving up for various cybernetics from various corporations to be the best possible version she could be. The only augmentation she didn't bother with was her arms as she felt like it would interfere with her methods.
- Ends up being pretty proud of her skill on the battlefield, being able to do what most others could do.
- Takes her money to a highly rated company that supposedly specializes in weapon augmentations.
- Got turned into an airplane.
- Tried to file a lawsuit, but found out that she had no legal standing.
- Takes up contract work again to pay for another surgery.
- No longer able to conjure record breaking speed on a whim, her usual clients realized that her 'value' had been cut short. As a result, many of them wrote her off as a liability and refused her requests.
- The only person willing to contract with her was an old associate she's worked with for a long while. Apparently they wanted someone to attend a party in their place.

All We Do for Gold

Just wanted to let ya'll know that I'll be up with a post this week, sorry for the wait.

Legend of Benkei(Anime, Fantasy/Sci Fi Blend)

((Alright, she's up, though I feel like I should rework her moveset a bit. I was a bit sleep-deprived making this so let me know if there's anything technical that's off, and feel free to give suggestions on how she could sync better with the group!))

Nell

NAME: Nell Trooper

AGE: 28

GENDER: Female

APPEARANCE:

Hider

She is not wielding a mech suit. That's the external part of her endoskeleton. Her arms, legs, and skeletal structure were completely replaced with metal and magic, Now she's a more centered being, on the verge of perfect sync with her weapon. Though she would not necessarily call it an improvement. The rest of her torso is covered in lighter armor and polyester, barely tying the conflict between human and machine together. Her eyes are completely obscured by a light-resistant visor, packed with a communication system that links directly to her contacts. Her contractor's calls are automatically answered. She stands at 5'6", with the metal adding a foot to her total height.

ATTRIBUTES:
Mind = 4/10
Body = 2/10
Agility = 2/10
Craft = 0/10
Magic = 2/10

SOLARIS: Searing. Atomic. Laser. She told them that her body could not support this. They went ahead with it anyway. Now on her back is a collapsible engine converting her magic pool into plasma energy and an outlet for blinding devastation.

A small footnote - Her visor was meant to protect her eyes from her lasers, but it also helps eliminate glare from other light sources.

SKILL:

LUX! - Solaris at maximum strength. With the high potential to pierce and melt this is her most powerful move, and as such her armor will break and she'll have to do a 60 or above endurance check or be incapacitated afterwards. Regardless she will be defenseless for the rest of the zone, and it will be two more zones before she can even think about using it again. It also takes 3 posts to charge properly, and collateral damage is highly likely.

GO-TO MOVES/PASSIVES

Lux Lite - A laser attack that ranges around half a city block. Usually takes a post to charge for heavier damage with a wider aoe, but can be used immediately for thinner bursts of light damage.

Propulsion - Using the light cannon on her back, she's able to propel herself to at most 2/3rds a city block. Another application for Propulsion would be to focus on more evasive maneuvers rather than a straight jump, enhancing her nimbleness. However, due to how her arms are structured, the sudden jolts tend to break her composure. After crossing the maximum distance, she will be unable to act for one post.

Blunt Trauma - An offshoot of Propulsion, where Nell will lock her arms to stimulate a spear and go on the offensive. It won't go nearly as far though and she will eat dirt if she misses.

!Warning! - Her typical go-to for self-defense is to blind the attacker with a quick scope to the face, a harmless attack but one that would buy her time to zone out her opponent. But say if the opponent gets the jump on her and there isn't enough time to properly aim, she'd balance on her metal rods and kick the attacker back, hoping to knock them prone. The worst chance scenario is having to clumsily try to bonk the attacker on the head with her rods, which are meant more for blocking.

Automated Repair - It's what it says on the tin. Her gear is usually capable of stabilizing her in critical moments, repairing at a sluggish rate, and reacting to non-dark magical healing, resulting in restored damaged parts and a Nell who doesn't need to know much about crafting. However, it is not a regenerative ability meant for combat, meaning it won't activate when she's preparing an attack and it won't outpace consecutive attacks.

Sustainability - With giant stands for hands, it is very difficult to care for yourself. That is why her machinery siphons small increments of magic from her surroundings and converts it into nourishment, her need to eat or drink eliminated. Nell probably would have died if it wasn't for this support system, however, it still takes away a lot of joy from life.

MAGIC BRANCH: Enhancement, though she doesn't know any standalone spells yet. Instead, it's facilitating the link between her and her magi-tech, mainly to fuel the engine on her back.

BIO/FUN FACTS:

(No actual paragraphs as of yet, but here's what I'm working with so far.)

- A girl contacts a shady company/hospital for a life-changing surgery. They managed to misunderstand the assignment completely. Despite her attempts, she has no legal standing to actually sue them. Apparently due to a tiny clause in the terms of the services.
- The girl gets into contract work to save up for another surgery. This time around her contractor wants treasure~.
- Maybe Nell sees her predicament as an opportunity to do something about the injustices in the world, possibly cultivating a new meaning for normalcy or hoping to earn a reputation as a hero.

- Big-brained, but encumbered. Calm, but not collected. May or may not be done with civilization, but she's still trying to be a good person anyway.

- Theme Playlist: Cybernator OST