Most likely. A shame, but not too surprising; I had some cool villains planned too.
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As promised here is the work in progress copy of my profile. Now none of you have the excuse of waiting for someone else to put their character up.
If anyone is unclear on what her weapon is supposed to look like, let me know. I do have an image of it, I just didn't use it because the only images I can find are of it being wielded by another character.
If anyone is confused by how her semblance works... so am I, but I'll endeavour to explain it better if need be.
If anyone is unclear on what her weapon is supposed to look like, let me know. I do have an image of it, I just didn't use it because the only images I can find are of it being wielded by another character.
If anyone is confused by how her semblance works... so am I, but I'll endeavour to explain it better if need be.
I wonder where's everyone...
I've been trying to write my profile but instead I just spent an hour looking up the names of Japanese sweets because I want to match the CFVY theme of naming characters after desserts and she's probably going to be Velvet and Yatsuhashi's kid. I have a couple of ideas but I'm conscious of accidentally naming my character with the equivalent of calling a kid 'doughnut' in English.
I already know what her weapon and semblance are going to be so at the very least I'll get a work in progress profile up tomorrow so the OOC isn't completely dead.
“Hunt? I thought this was a breakfast run, since when did this become a hunt?” The Wisp did not seem to be paying any attention to him as she pushed past him, chasing after the retreating forms of the fire-wielding Goblin and the other one who had thrown the torch at her. Letting out a weary sigh Oberon followed after Mourningstar, fluttering his wings to take to the air and better keep pace with the other flying creature. It was becoming a familiar situation, following after the troublesome Wisp as he attempting to keep her alive through whatever calamitous plan she came up with.
As he followed her he raised a hand and focused on her form, casting Minor Heal as requesting and watching as the smallish burns and singed fur began to repair themselves before his eyes.
Gliding past the other Oberon spied the small Lizard he had seen earlier, the one who had asked for his healing as well before darting off the attack one of the many greenish figures around the bonfire. His prior examination had proven his theory that she was human, or at least something more than an ordinary Lizard, though she didn’t look it as she was now with her fangs digging into the green flesh of yet another Goblin.
Whatever she was, she was an ally of sorts for the moment and he had offered to help her. Stretching out a hand in her direction he used another Minor Heal to fix whatever damage had been done to her before Mourningstar had managed to distract her attackers; though given had sprightly she seemed he wasn’t sure how necessary it was.
And so I begin to fall into my familiar role. But then, wasn’t this what I had in mind when I picked this creature to begin my new life?
Crushing the last remaining mana crystal in his hand Oberon felt the now familiar sensation that he had begun to associate with his magical power being restored.
By this point experience told him that he could only cast three basic spells before his mana was depleted, something which had been pretty much confirmed by the system message earlier; that wasn’t nearly enough to make him feel comfortable. As he and Mourningstar continued to pursue the Goblins he began to wonder if he should throw all of his energy into attacking them with the Wisp and hope for a quick victory, or save his spells to try and get them out of this alive when things inevitable went wrong?
As he followed her he raised a hand and focused on her form, casting Minor Heal as requesting and watching as the smallish burns and singed fur began to repair themselves before his eyes.
Your MP is low.
Gliding past the other Oberon spied the small Lizard he had seen earlier, the one who had asked for his healing as well before darting off the attack one of the many greenish figures around the bonfire. His prior examination had proven his theory that she was human, or at least something more than an ordinary Lizard, though she didn’t look it as she was now with her fangs digging into the green flesh of yet another Goblin.
Whatever she was, she was an ally of sorts for the moment and he had offered to help her. Stretching out a hand in her direction he used another Minor Heal to fix whatever damage had been done to her before Mourningstar had managed to distract her attackers; though given had sprightly she seemed he wasn’t sure how necessary it was.
You have no MP remaining.
And so I begin to fall into my familiar role. But then, wasn’t this what I had in mind when I picked this creature to begin my new life?
Crushing the last remaining mana crystal in his hand Oberon felt the now familiar sensation that he had begun to associate with his magical power being restored.
You have used a Mana Crystal. MP is fully restored.
0 Mana Crystals remaining in Inventory.
By this point experience told him that he could only cast three basic spells before his mana was depleted, something which had been pretty much confirmed by the system message earlier; that wasn’t nearly enough to make him feel comfortable. As he and Mourningstar continued to pursue the Goblins he began to wonder if he should throw all of his energy into attacking them with the Wisp and hope for a quick victory, or save his spells to try and get them out of this alive when things inevitable went wrong?
@Tenma Tendo add Velvet to that list please, I'll definitely be using her as a parent.
@Tenma Tendo@Ninja@Renny@IceHeart@SolusFalcon@neogreggory@Vertigo@13org
I'm just going to tag everyone who showed interest just in case anyone missed that this was up (since I almost did).
I'm just going to tag everyone who showed interest just in case anyone missed that this was up (since I almost did).
Oh, how he truly did loathe the ocean. It was the only thing that could spoil an otherwise perfect city such as this.
Odikawa was a peaceful place, beautiful and untroubled. You could tell by the way the people behaved; the citizens in the streets looked happy and relaxed, they moved at their own paced and appeared unconcerned. Nobody rushed about or felt the need to look over their shoulder or keep a tight grip on their coin purses the way people did in larger cities. People felt safe here.
And if the way they looked at him was any indication, it was a place unaccustomed to seeing warriors such as him. A man walking down the street in full armour and bearing weapons always attracted attention no matter where he was, but here that attention was more pronounced, an indication that they were unused to seeing such sights, and it was positive; the citizens pointed at him in wonder and excitement rather than bowing their heads or watching him warily from the corners of their eyes. An even clearer indication that they were not accustomed to trouble.
It was the kind of city where a washed up old solider like him belonged. A place to quietly retire and live out the rest of his days forgetting what it ever felt like to wield a bow or hold a sword. Or at least it would be were it not for that accursed expanse of water off in the distance.
Putting aside old fears and new contemplation’s for now, Yamagata turned to look at the building before him. Right next to the docks seemed like a strange place for a manor, being surrounded as it was by the smell of fish and the ever present cacophony of dock workers and creaking ships; Yamagata had expected it to be on the other side of town, far away from the water and high above the rest of the town, though perhaps that had just been his wishful thinking.
Regardless of what he thought however, the silver crescent moon-shaped emblem adorning the entranceway proved this was the right location. Perhaps the official who lived here wished to be close to the source of his money, to better watch over the dock and its workings. Or perhaps he just wanted to make sure everyone could see the fine house he had had built for him. Either way, Yamagata was sure they would come to regret it once the wood started to rot out from under him.
Approaching the entrance to the manor and the guard who watched over it, Yamagata subconsciously placed a hand over his breast where he had hidden the message he had received under his armour. The guard eyed him warily as he neared, no doubt making note of the tanto at his belt and the bow and arrows on his back; Yamagata chose to ignore this, but nonetheless made sure to keep his hands were they were visible and moved slowly so as not to cause undue alarm.
Stopping a comfortable distance away from the young guard Yamagata addressed him clearly, but vaguely, hoping the guard would understand his meaning without him having to prove it. “I’m here to answer the summons.”
And maybe find out why the Shogun decided to summon me of all people.
Odikawa was a peaceful place, beautiful and untroubled. You could tell by the way the people behaved; the citizens in the streets looked happy and relaxed, they moved at their own paced and appeared unconcerned. Nobody rushed about or felt the need to look over their shoulder or keep a tight grip on their coin purses the way people did in larger cities. People felt safe here.
And if the way they looked at him was any indication, it was a place unaccustomed to seeing warriors such as him. A man walking down the street in full armour and bearing weapons always attracted attention no matter where he was, but here that attention was more pronounced, an indication that they were unused to seeing such sights, and it was positive; the citizens pointed at him in wonder and excitement rather than bowing their heads or watching him warily from the corners of their eyes. An even clearer indication that they were not accustomed to trouble.
It was the kind of city where a washed up old solider like him belonged. A place to quietly retire and live out the rest of his days forgetting what it ever felt like to wield a bow or hold a sword. Or at least it would be were it not for that accursed expanse of water off in the distance.
Putting aside old fears and new contemplation’s for now, Yamagata turned to look at the building before him. Right next to the docks seemed like a strange place for a manor, being surrounded as it was by the smell of fish and the ever present cacophony of dock workers and creaking ships; Yamagata had expected it to be on the other side of town, far away from the water and high above the rest of the town, though perhaps that had just been his wishful thinking.
Regardless of what he thought however, the silver crescent moon-shaped emblem adorning the entranceway proved this was the right location. Perhaps the official who lived here wished to be close to the source of his money, to better watch over the dock and its workings. Or perhaps he just wanted to make sure everyone could see the fine house he had had built for him. Either way, Yamagata was sure they would come to regret it once the wood started to rot out from under him.
Approaching the entrance to the manor and the guard who watched over it, Yamagata subconsciously placed a hand over his breast where he had hidden the message he had received under his armour. The guard eyed him warily as he neared, no doubt making note of the tanto at his belt and the bow and arrows on his back; Yamagata chose to ignore this, but nonetheless made sure to keep his hands were they were visible and moved slowly so as not to cause undue alarm.
Stopping a comfortable distance away from the young guard Yamagata addressed him clearly, but vaguely, hoping the guard would understand his meaning without him having to prove it. “I’m here to answer the summons.”
And maybe find out why the Shogun decided to summon me of all people.
And yes, I gather we need those which is why I was asking about another OOC. That seems unnecessary though.
I don't quite know what you're asking about here. You'll need to make the RP thread which has an OOC tab; if we have everyone then let's just move the chat into there.
I was thinking about wanting to do a RWBY RP recently and while this isn't exactly what I expected it still looks interesting.
If there is room I'd like to join in. I was thinking of making a descendant for Velvet if being a descendant is a requirement; luckily I have the perfect face claim for a rabbit girl.
If there is room I'd like to join in. I was thinking of making a descendant for Velvet if being a descendant is a requirement; luckily I have the perfect face claim for a rabbit girl.
anyone else planning on posting?
Honestly, probably not. I've been meaning to for a while, but I keep procrastinating.
It's probably best if I just officially drop out.
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