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Daren Metzger

"That's with just one R." _____________________________________________________ NAME: DAREN METZGER _______________________________________________ EPITHET: HORIZON FRONTIERS CHIEF OF AUTOPSY _______________________________________________ AGE: 26 _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: HE/HIM _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: 6"4' _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: 180 lbs. _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: GERMANY _______________________________________________ LIKES: Monsters, Swords, Cooking, Work _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: Pacifism, Medicine, Technology, Dishonor

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OVERVIEW

"'Nother day another dollar."
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APPEARANCE

"Casual friday already?"
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At first glance, Daren appears to be a normal, if a bit eccentric person; Standing at 6"4', weighing roughly 180 lbs, and with an incredibly pale face that sports an unchanging dumb smirk. He has constantly-tired eyes, despite his perpetual jovial expression, with a head of messy, bluish green hair. Most of his body is covered in a choice of a butcher's apron and a large, doctor's jacket, going to lengths to cover the rest of his body with a tall boots and long socks, as well as two varying gloves on his hands, his right one being a thin, needled one and the left one being a thick, greenish one.

Yet underneath his outfit, Daren's body becomes much more unsettling; His entire body is a sickish gray, covered in all manner of welts, burn-marks, and stitches, almost mixing and matching pieces of various size together into a single body. Even his attire gets stranger the longer one examines it, carrying around tools in pouches more befitting a butcher, including a giant metal cleaver almost as long as he is tall. His "face" as most people see it is actually a plain white mask, that covers his face. Even stranger, his left glove isn't a glove at all, but his own prosthetic hand, with wires barely attaching it functionally.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

"Dad said the apple didn't fall far from the tree."
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Detached -- Daren's... Not always 'there' in the head. He often fumbles with words and hardly expresses emotion beyond his friendly laid-back attitude. He even maintains this aura even in tense situations, being able to kill without blinking and even trying to strike up friendly conversations with opponents.

Diligent -- At the same time, Daren maintains a professional work ethic and dedication. In nearly any other career, this would be commendable, but in his case of being a murderer and monster butcher, it comes off as dissonant and disturbing, treating dives into monster guts and dismembering people as just the daily grind with enthusiasm.

Talkative -- Daren can't keep his mouth shut, literally and figuratively. Even when not talking with his opponents and in complete isolation, Daren mumbles and hums to himself.

BACKSTORY

"I was a really dull boy, before Horizon came along."
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Daren was originally a member of a family of traveling monster-hunters, who made a life out of seeking out the deadliest game the world had to offer for the best trophies; From urban myths to ancient legends, they lined the walls of their mobile home with the mementos from all sorts of beasts, cryptids, and even stranger quarry.

Well-- His family, had. Poor Daren was shafted with making the trophies; Every one of his family's triumphs meant a gruesome, thankless autopsy for him to pull off, never fully receiving the full huntsman training he was promised every time he asked.

One night, when he was 22, his family was on a trip to South America, hunting down a jungle beast that had been terrorizing several towns for months. While the rest of his family was off hunting the creature, it attacked their RV where he had been hanging behind. The creature nearly tore the shelter to shreds, as Daren tried to desperately fend it off, already accepting his demise. The beast managed to tear at his throat with it's claws, and had what was left of it in grip of it's teeth... Suddenly, the beast was killed by a flurry of knives striking it along several points in it's back, thrown by a strange woman he hadn't recognized; She wasn't part of the hunting party, but was someone else altogether.

Just as she saved his life, she made it abundantly clear that Daren had two options:

1) Die

2) Work for her

Just before he lost consciousness, he managed a nod; Good enough for her, he presumed, since when he woke up he was in a hospital of sorts, having his otherwise-mortal wounds healed, his throat covered by a sort of artificial-skin layer.

The woman revealed her name, Ivory, and that her group -- Horizon Frontiers -- had been hunting the beast, and several others, for a different reason than his family's own glory-hounding; However, they recognized they had existing skills with monster dissection, the very same reason she had saved his life. And thus, Daren became an operative for Horizon Frontiers, not only being given a more dignified output for his skills in butchery, but also being given the chance to live as the monster-hunter he always wanted to be.

Horizon's primary reason for hunting down monsters and mythics was to harness the abilities of their physiology; Through research, they've deducted means of biologically grafting various organs and segments of living beings onto others, granting them some degree of their specific abilities; In the case of the jungle-beast that nearly killed him, it's own heart gave Daren inhuman endurance that allowed him to survive an otherwise crippling bloodloss. Since then, he's been the first eager guinea pig for several other grafting procedures, giving him a questionable degree of humanity -- Both physically, as he's taken on the aspects of several different creatures to both increase his power and repair his damaged body, as well as in spirit, given that he's become progressively untroubled by the idea of extending his butchery to that of other Nomads...

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILIES

"You'd be surprised the muscle you pack carrying this thing around all day."
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SKILLS & ABILITIES

"Jeez, not even I'll be able to fix that."
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Daren combines his own experience with anatomy with his fighting style, relying on absolutely brutalizing an opponent with sheer force. Not only is his massive Cleaver capable of tearing even a seasoned warrior to ribbons, but his prosthetic hand gives him a decent reach and is also capable of infecting the target with a weakening formula. Daren's also inhumanly durable, possessing the heart of a savage beast as well as several other improvements to his body, including a near-total lack of pain and ability to subsist with intense damage, on top of his bulky outfit and durable mask, which has saved him from one too many shots to the face.

SIGNATURE MOVES

"Look, either way I'm just gonna hit something with my sword."
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■ Cleave

Daren swings his massive cleaver in a wide angle, striking a large range and making for a powerful, difficult to avoid attack for any close-ranged opponents.

■ Blunt-End

Daren swings the blunt end of his sword at an opponent, hitting them with enough force to send them flying away and through the air.

■ Rupture

Daren strikes his surroundings with enough force to smash through stone, wood, and even metal. The resulting explosion will create a shower of debris that deals light damage, as well as creating a minor camouflage for Daren to move through.

■ Hook-Hand

Daren fires his hand as a grappling hook, used for a variety of purposes. The most basic in a fight are to either pull an opponent towards him, or grasp them and swing them around, though he's also used it to move through the environment and reach high vantage points. However, the cord is rather flimsy and prone to breaking if overused.

■ Spare Parts

Daren's body is incredibly resistant to pain and damage; His sense of pain is incredibly dulled, with even the most agonizing sensations only being able to at most cause intense soreness. His body is also patchwork in nature, being incredibly resistant against trauma and rupturing. He's able to survive the loss of limbs, large amounts of blood, whole chunks of his body mass, and even persist for several minutes without vital organs. In addition, his body is able to "readopt" itself. If his arm were to be severed, for instance, he can simply pick it back up, wrap it back on with bandaid, tape, or whatever else is available, and have it function perfectly well. In addition, he can even steal the parts of other people's body if his own is destroyed. Though it won't function as well as his own, it'll gradually adapt and transform, until it is accepted into his body fully.

■ Spinning-Cleave

Hank quickly swings his Cleaver in a full 360 degrees, buying him some space and hitting everything within several feet of him. However, the attack requires a lot of strength to use so quickly, and will leave him briefly exposed for a few moments after.

SUPER MOVES

"Want a free tip? Start Running."
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■ Guillotine

Daren leaps into the air, swinging his cleaver downwards upon an opponent. This attack deals massive amounts of damage, crushing through solid stone and slamming his target into the ground. Anything without durability or protection will be reduced to chunky salsa, literally exploding from the impact of the attack.

■ Killing Intent

Daren sublimates his bloodlust and primal instinct, giving him an overwhelming boost to strength and toughness. He simply ceases to feel pain or react to any incoming attacks, and his own use of his muscles completely ignore his natural limitation. An average strike is able to completely obliterate stone, and some ordinary opponents have been knocked flat on their ass just from the force of his blade being swung at them. In addition, his Ki radiates a violent and overwhelming dread, even to the point of triggering an automatic flight response from weaker opponents. Once the state wears off, however, Daren will feel the impact of overextending himself, soreness setting in to possibly even incapacitate him.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

"I guess I'd die if I'm killed, if that counts."
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Daren's fighting style is pretty straightforward, being easy to predict and while possessing raw killing power, has little versatility. His Cleaver's also pretty bulky and slow, leaving him possibly exposed if he fails to land an attack he's invested in. He's especially vulnerable against ranged opponents, given his lack of defensive measures or mobility.

OTHER

"Quote here."
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Anything else we need to know?

Ulric Dotair

"Let's have ourselves a quick checkup, shall we?" _____________________________________________________ NAME: ULRIC DOTAIR _______________________________________________ EPITHET: HORIZON FRONTIERS CHIEF OF MEDICINE _______________________________________________ AGE: 48 _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: He/Him _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: 5'11" _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: 172 lbs. _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: Ireland _______________________________________________ LIKES: Model kits, tea _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: Idiocy, wasting time, annoying sounds

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OVERVIEW

"Let's see what we have on file..."
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APPEARANCE

"If anything these rags might as well be pajamas."
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Ulric stands at 5 feet and eleven inches, weighing in at roughly a hundred and thirty-two pounds. His skin is pretty heavily disfigured, being covered in boils and scars from overuse of his own self-experimentation, which has also contributed to the whitening of his hair along with his own age. He still carries some strength, however, still giving him a definite muscled frame.

Ulric wears a white doctor's jacket, along with several pieces of black supportive armor. He covers the lower-half of his face below his nose with a thick wrap of bandages. He also carries a myriad of different supportive equipment, including glowing green detection goggles and various devices and gadgets attached to his jacket.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

"I'm not much of a psychologist."
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GROUCHY: Ulric doesn't mesh well with other people, and even towards his colleagues can come across as brash and unpleasant.

OBSESSIVE: Ulric has little patience for disorder or annoyance, preferring everything to be neat and organized. Seeing something out of place or uneven greatly aggravates him, even to the point of causing him to lash out.

OBSERVANT: Ulric has an eye for detail and makes careful notes of his surroundings, always staying on guard and watching out for anything of importance.

BACKSTORY

"If you'd told me ten years ago that this path wouldn't have had a Nobel prize at the end of it, I doubt I would have stopped."
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Ulric Dotair was once a well-spoken name in the scientific community, dedicating his life to studying the human body and unlocking it's hidden potential. By the age of 30, he made countless breakthroughs and earned several awards, devising several means of enhancing one's strength.

As Ulric reached past the tip of preestablished knowledge, his passion refused to cool, prompting him to push even further into untreaded ground. Every success prompted him to only try harder, until he began to explore more obscure chemicals and unorthodox means for improving human strength that were considered unsettling. He began to develop work on his magnum opus chemical; One that when used on an ordinary human, could excite their Ki and accelerate their growth to meet a standard that normally took years of training to reach.

With the progression of time, Ulric became increasingly determined in seeing his creation reach fruition. His methods became increasingly dangerous and volatile, causing his support and funding to gradually decline. Regardless, he pushed onward with his creation, until he was practically limited to a small basement lab with no hands but his own. Stripped of resources and equipment to safely test his serum, he elected to use it on himself. Upon injection, he felt a massive surge of energy and strength rush through his body. However, it was soon followed by a pang of agony, which caused him to quickly black out.

When he woke up, he was in a facility run by Horizon Frontiers, greeted by a strange woman named Ivory, the true conductor of Horizon Frontiers. It was revealed to Ulric that, while his serum was indeed effective, it was extremely caustic against Ulric's otherwise average body, severely damaging his health and cutting down his lifespan by several decades. However, while the downside of such a serum was fatal to anyone not as lucky as Ulric, she saw the merit in such an invention, as well as Ulric's ambition. He was given a position as one of Horizon Frontiers' lead scientists, obtaining the means necessary to not only mass produce his first serum, but continue research to an even more potent formula.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILIES

"Yeh, that was my joints cracking. Doesn't mean I can't break yours."
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SKILLS & ABILITIES

"Never doubt what the right mix of chemicals and compounds can do for you. Or do to you."
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While Ulric was never much of a fighter before taking his serum and joining Horizon, the sheer potency of it had uplifted him, an otherwise ordinary scientist, into a Warrior capable of rivaling most Nomads, albeit at a great cost to his health. He primarily fights with an arsenal of tools at his disposal, exploiting the human anatomy to critically cripple an opponent.

SIGNATURE MOVES

"Tell me how it feels when I do this."
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■ Scalpel

Ulric hurls a small dagger, which will travel rapidly through the air and pierce through most defenses, though ultimately deal little damage.

■ Adhesive Binding

Ulric unwraps a sticky, reinforced roll of gauze, which will wrap around an opponent and bind their arms. Isn't very difficult to break through from, though will still leave their target vulnerable until they break free.

■ Arrhythmia

Ulfric jabs an opponent in the chest, temporarily stalling their heartbeat. While it won't kill the target or even injure them really, it makes it extremely taxing and strenuous for them to move, yet at the same time will wear off as they begin to move, forcing them to either remain still and open to attack or walk off the pain.

■ Ki Sample

Ulric injects an opponent with a needle, filling it with a distillation of their life energy. In addition to draining away some of the opponent's health, it can be injected into Ulric or another ally, recovering some of their vitality instead. If shattered, it will detonate a small but deadly burst of Ki.

■ Field Lobotomy

Ulric jabs a pin into the target's head at a precise location, temporarily paralyzing them.

■ Second Wind

Ulric presses a respirator to his (or any other allies) face, filled with a canister of air-pressed Ki. When inhaled, it will rapidly restore his energy. Ulric only cares 3 cans with him at any give time, limiting how often he can use it. Using it also requires a moment of peace, during which an ally can attack him and destroy the respirator

SUPER MOVES

"Relax."
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■ Double Dosage

Ulric injects himself with a weaker version of his serum. For a short period of time, it will greatly increase Ulric's strength, speed, and Ki potential. However, after the duration is up the effects of the drug will manifest, exhausting and weakening him for several hours afterwards.

■ Knockout Gas

Ulric releases a specially-designed sleep gas from a capsule. Breathing in the gas will cause any opponents' stamina to rapidly deplete, before they fall into a coma.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

"*Ghgh! Hghk!*... Pardon me."
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The serum that Ulric ingested took a crippling toll on his overall vitality, due to spiking his Ki far too unnaturally as opposed to gradual cultivation most warriors opt for. Use of his strongest abilities not only requires effort and is tiring, but will even deal physical damage to him as his Ki strains his body, possibly even incapacitating or killing him.

OTHER

"That'll do for now. Good to have you onboard."
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Anything else we need to know?

Arianna Legose

"Is this going on permanent record?" _____________________________________________________ NAME: ARIANNA LEGOSE _______________________________________________ EPITHET: HORIZON FRONTIERS' ESPIONAGE EXPERT _______________________________________________ AGE: 20 _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: She/Her _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: 4'9" _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: 135 lbs. _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: AMERICA _______________________________________________ LIKES: Birds, nature, justice riders, video games, camera technology _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: Social situations, violence, small talk

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OVERVIEW

"Sheesh, you wanna know my blood type while you're at it?"
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APPEARANCE

"I uh... Guess you could've caught me on a better day for an interview."
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Arianna is extremely short, standing at 4"9', to the point that she occasionally gets mistaken as being younger than she really is. She has messy black hair she never cares to arrange, and tired blue eyes clearly lacking any proper rest schedule.

She almost pathologically wears the same token equipment, the Huginn-Module, which is a dark-blue colored jacket with a cyan-colored stripe running up it. It comes with a long-beaked bird mask with glowing-blue eyes, which when not active Arianna usually pushes up atop her head. Underneath, she usually wears a white t-shirt and shorts, with a belt of various technological gizmos wrapped around her waist, with a pair of shoes that match the jacket's pattern. The sleeves of the jacket are able to extend to extremely large, also ejecting a pair of sharp talons.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

"I'm a Pisces. Will that do?"
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Anxious - Arianna is extremely timid and anxious, being quick to buckle under pressure for anything from a sensitive mission that needs to be done to a badly botched conversation. She much prefers her own company or that of her drones than that of strangers, or even her close allies.

Quick-Thinking - At the same time, Arianna has shown herself to have a knack for thinking quickly, creating solutions on the fly and solving problems with multiple moving parts. Part of her survivability thus far is thanks to her observational skill, being able to quickly identify an opponent's weakness and take the initiative to exploit it.

Hard-Working - Similarly to her other Horizon colleagues, Arianna has a bit of an issue with obsession with her technology. Much of her free time is spent upgrading and maintaining the Huginn-Module or her fleet of drones; She's even worked herself into a frenzy before and fell asleep right at the workbench (On one occasion nearly causing a devastating accident).

BACKSTORY

"I uh... Honestly, I'm not too comfortable talking about myself like that. I'm a reconnaisance expert for Horizon. That's all that's important right now."
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Franklin Legose was a great private inventor, having created dozens of different stealth and reconnaissance technology throughout his life. However, his accomplishment in innovation turned to horror when he discovered that several of his inventions, originally intended for wildlife observation and forensics, were eventually repurposed by various military and mercenary groups as tools of espionage and war once they left his hands. Seeing how his own ambitions had been warped so far beyond his intent disgusted him from the idea of contributing any more potential devices of war, and so he retreated from the world into isolation with his family.

At first, he had his concerns of his daughter, Arianna, reacting poorly to the change of moving into near-total isolation from the rest of the world, but he had found she had a curiosity in the various animals in the wilderness around their home. Seeking to encourage such an interest, he decided to build one last project for her-- The Huginn-Module. Completing the device, she was then able to observe the world up close and personal while remaining distant from it.

One day though, she found several other armed men patrolling the forest, as if they were searching for her. Using the Huginn-Module to evade them, she immediately returned home-- Only to find a smoking pile of wood instead, her home burnt to the ground. Fiddling through it’s remains, she found no trace of her father or who destroyed her home, But knew that it was because of the Huginn-Module that they came, and thanks to it that she escaped.

For several days after, she wandered through the wilderness. Then, she encountered (or rather, was encountered by) a strange woman whose features she could not identify. Despite the Huginn-Module being active and concealing her, she saw straight through it and to Arianna, offering her a place with a group known as Horizon Frontiers. Though initially wary because of her own father’s distrust with lending his technology elsewhere, the woman assured her that, if Arianna had accepted, she would do more than enough good for humanity to repair her father’s own previous burdens. And so she accepted, becoming Horizon Frontiers’ top recon operative. Though she’s become increasingly aware and jaded to Horizon Frontiers’ true operations, every revelation only convinces her to double down in her efforts, in the hope that her father’s ultimate contribution to the world will be a positive one.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILIES

"S-Stay back! I got a stun grenade and I have no clue how to use it!"
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SKILLS & ABILITIES

"Let's collect some information..."
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Arianna's fighting style is one suited best for the exact opposite of it's purpose, fighting. She's not Horizon Frontiers' ideal fighter, instead being their espionage expert. But, if push comes to shove, she's been trained and augmented the Huginn-Module to be able to hold her own, at the very least until she can escape, analyzing and predicting an opponent's moves while moving quickly and landing weak yet precise blows at them.

SIGNATURE MOVES

"Beginning Observation!"
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■ Eyes of Heaven

The Huginn-Model's core feature is it's brilliant observational technology. Within it's two eyes are dozens of different visual-sensors, including thermal and night vision, as well as other scanners that virtually nullify any sort of illusion or invisibility. In addition, it comes with a processor that scans an opponent's moves and fighting technique, giving a greater ability to predict the opponent's moves the more they attack.

■ Stealth-Mode

The Huginn-Module is comprised of camouflage nanofibers, allowing it's wearer to become invisible by reflecting their surroundings. Becomes less effective both the closer she is to an opponent and the more she moves around. Can only last for up to ten minutes at a time, as well before shorting out, as well.

■ Radar Pulse

Arianna activates a radar pulse, which sends out a circular wave of energy that feeds information of the patterns they trace, providing her with a rough display of her nearby surroundings. By reading them, she's able to determine the presence and location of any enemies.

■ Featherflux

Arianna hurls a fan of a dozen or so feather-shaped daggers at an opponent, scoring less hits the further away an opponent is.

■ Glide

The Huginn-Module is capable of gliding over a long distance, though not true flexible flight, though it can still buy decent distance away from an opponent. Arianna can still gain some decent air by just jumping or flapping the sleeves really quick.

■ Conspiracy of Drones

Stored within the Huginn-Module are several birdlike automatic drones, which each possess the Eyes of Heaven technology and are capable of tracking down and spying on foes. They also come with built in self-destruct mechanisms, serving as a makeshift bomb in case either they're trapped, or they need to defend Arianna.

SUPER MOVES

"*whistle* get 'em!"
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■ Unkindness

Arianna unleashes a flurry of any remaining Drones she has at an opponent. They will swarm and assault the opponent from all directions, flying around and stabbing them with their beaks. If they're destroyed, or any time Arianna decides, they will explode simultaneously, blasting the opponent from all directions.

■ Telltale Heart

Arianna X-rays an opponent, scanning their biology and muscle-patterns down to every last twitch, analyzing for the best point of attack. Once she's found it, she will lunge at an opponent, striking them for critical damage.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

"Well what did you expect?!"
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Arianna isn't even suited for combat; She lacks any real physical strength or endurance, instead keeping safe distance between her and the opponent. She's also highly dependent on the Huginn-Module, just to barely-match most other fighters, becoming functionally defenseless if either she's caught without it or it becomes damaged

OTHER

"No. Nothing else."
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Magdalene Oakstead

_______________________________ NAME: Magdalene Oakstead AGE: 20 RACE: Human PRONOUNS: She/Her HOMETOWN: Foliage HEIGHT: 5'7" WEIGHT: 135 lbs. _______________________________ "I'm getting in there, no matter the cost."

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Who are you?

GOAL
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"I'm sick of all this. I can keep doing this until my hair's gray and it'll all be the same to me."

All Magdalene wants is to finally know peace; Tired of living out in the woods, surviving off of predators, and losing everything. Her main hope in joining an expedition to a place as dangerous as the Desolation is to be granted passage into Exusia, where she can toss aside her crossbow and live the rest of her life as a queen.

PERSONALITY
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"Don't bother watching my back. If anything, keep an eye on your own."

Magdalene's a fearful and rugged young woman, the peace of a simple life being ripped away from her at a young age. Having lost everything twice, the only person she sticks to is herself, not being afraid to sell out or betray others if it means saving her own skin. She tends to avoid direct conflict, only fighting physically when she has a clear advantage, either range or surprise, only to quickly buckle and flee or surrender if confronted. Socially, she's extremely unpleasant, always the pessimist and being awful with words and etiquette.

Living most of her life as a woodsman and bandit, Magdalene's extremely simple and amoral, having killed over a night's meal before, and the only assistance she'd lend to a dying man on the side of the road would be making his pockets lighter. She has little care for luxuries or comfort, being perfectly willing to spend the night in a tree and laying under leaves and debris for hours in waiting.

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Why are you?
Why are you?

"I'd start by saying I was born in Foliage, but you've probably never even heard of it."

Magdalene was born in Foliage, a small isolated settlement towards the southeastern region of Deadwood; While the beginning of her life was relatively peaceful, she was only ten when the Kaimerian Uprising broke out, and her home was one of hundreds destroyed by the Kaimerian invaders. While she was spared by the honorable wrath of the Kaimerians, her parents died in the initial attack, leaving her an estranged refugee along with the other few survivors of her village. As if their village being torched and their people being slaughtered wasn't awful enough, the survivors were forced to flee past Darington, where dozens more of the few refugees were captured by opportunistic kidnappers and dragged into the city to lives of unforgiving slavery.

The very few remaining survivors of her village took up the lives of woodsmen and nomadic hunters, living off of what little the savage wilderness of Deadwood had to offer. When ends needed to be met, they took the role of raiders and even slavers, attacking refugees just as vulnerable as themselves and trading with Darington, the same city that exploited them as they fled for their lives. Magdalene herself saw her uncle turn from a kindly neighbor to a cold and jaded outlaw, once even stabbing a traveler through the ribs when they were a few coins short of his demand. She herself was no stranger to what her people had become, learning to notch crossbows, skin prey, and loot bodies. Her people soon became feared among settlements and travelers in the region, becoming known as the Band of Wolves.

During the war between Orthos and the Kaimerians, the Band of Wolves were opportunistic scavengers, swooping in to raid battlefields, pulling the shirts off the backs of barely living men and leaving them to die in the bloodied soil. They struck a few soft blows of revenge against the Kaimerians, too, killing a few scouts, as payback for their home's destruction. Over the course of the war, however, the Band of Wolves was eventually destroyed, finally disbanding after being lured into a trap and massacred by the Knights of Orthos after one too many battlefield raids on their ravaged units. Though Magdalene and a few others managed to flee with their lives, the remnant was too small to reform, the survivors each going their separate ways after that.

Magdalene traveled northward, roaming around all on her own. She managed to find work on occasion as a fur-trader and huntress, but mostly lived as a lone traveler and petty robber. Eventually, during a trip into Orthos, she heard the news that Exusia was seeking warriors and explorers, for an expedition into the Desolation, and were willing to pay mountains of gold. Tired of constantly surviving and living out in the wilderness, Magdalene was in enough desperation to accept, and set off on her journey to Exusia.

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What else is there?

Anything else?

A Warrior's Road [Post Apocalyptic Fighting RP]

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Rules and Regulations

General Rules

1. Please avoid being disrespectful or rude to other players, at least in OOC. In other words, don’t be a dick. Be rootin, be tootin, and by God be shootin, but most of all, be kind.

2. No Godmodding, Metagaming, Powergaming… C’mon guys, how many times have you seen this rule by now?

3. Proper grammar, spelling, and capitalization are expected.

4. Try to keep post-length modest and relatively frequent. 2-3 paragraphs per post on a 1-2 weekly basis would be ideal.

5. If you become unavailable, either due to a lack of time or interest, please let us know. We can understand if you find yourself unable to participate, just don’t vanish without a trace and leave other players hanging.

6. If you go too long without any sort of activity, you will be removed, and your characters will be left behind. If you need to take an extended leave from the RP, just let us know and your characters will be put on hold until you return.

7. The outline of the story is relatively open-ended, with several smaller plotlines lying in wait, rather than one big one for everybody to follow along.

8. The objective of the game is to create a story and have fun. If you’re the type of person who wants to make a character with the attempts to “win”, you probably won’t get along here very well.

9. If two PCs get into a fight, it’s up to the two of you to resolve the conflict in a way you both find satisfying.

10. No sexual or adult-oriented scenes. Anything beyond a “fade to black” is off the table. If you really need to, take it into PMs.

Character Creation Rules

1. No overpowered characters or Mary Sues.

2. Try making a character with enough flesh/proper depth.

3. I know the RP takes place in a savage post-apocalypse, but try not to make your character oppressively dark or edgy.

4. Contrastly, while I appreciate some good humor here and there, don’t make a character too lolrandumb or goofy.

5. In order to keep things condensed, there will be a limit of three active characters owned by a single player at any given time. If you wish, you may retire a character to make room for another, so long as they don't become too involved/integral to an active plotline.

6. Only create one post in the Character tab. If you make multiple characters, edit later ones into the original post. In order to save space, all character sheets must be placed in hiders.

7. Please do not post any unfinished, WIP character sheets. Before putting it into the CHAR tab, they must be posted in OOC or PMed to Staff for approval.

Character Sheet Template

Character Name Here, Alternatively, use a Banner from 1001fonts.com

Title/Nickname (Optional)

[youtube]Optional Theme Song[/youtube]

Appearance

Age:
Gender:
Ethnicity:

[Give a brief, description of what they look like, including their measurements, physical traits, notable features, general apparel, and any noteworthy weapons or trinkets they carry with them. Feel free to use a faceclaim/reference image in the empty [image] spot above in the raw code, but if you choose to use such I still expect a decent description in this paragraph.]

Personality Traits

[Instead of a long paragraph, just list a few basic personality traits in about 6-10 bullet points.]

Backstory

[Tell us about their personal history. Where did they come from? What important events happened in their past?]

Fighting Art

[Describe the character's Art, including it's history, strengths and weaknesses, as well as any abilities it allows. In addition, describe around 3-4 Special Techniques the Art is capable of or notable Feats it allows down below. These are meant to be impressive, overt abilities, such as unleashing bursts of fire, having skin tough as steel, or moving fast as the wind.
Every major character has an Art of some kind, including cyborgs and mutants. Some are a lot less grandiose than others, relying more on quick wits and sharp skills in order to compete in such a violent wasteland.]

■ Technique
Description

Weaknesses
[Nearly every Art has a flaw of some kind. Rather than a lack of strength, reserve this for an exploitable avenue the style has little defense against.]

Trivia/Other Information

[Anything other pieces of relevant information you'd like to share?]

Character Sheet Coding

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	Every major character has an Art of some kind, including cyborgs and mutants. Some are a lot less grandiose than others, relying more on quick wits and sharp skills in order to compete in such a violent wasteland.][/indent]

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A Warrior's Road [Post Apocalyptic Fighting RP]

Genre: Post Apocalyptic, Fighting, Western
Inspirations: Fist of the North Star, Fallout, K6BD, LISA, Nuclear Throne, Street Fighter

The year is 2040. Almost 60 years ago, the world was blasted in nuclear fire, swathing nearly the entire surface with scorched radiation. Just when the Cold War had begun to calm and seemed like it would come to a peaceful conclusion, the entire world suddenly fell into destruction and chaos, with countless lives being lost and much of the world becoming hostile and unforgiving. Even after the aftermath of the initial Blast, society and civilization quickly fractured and broke apart, giving way to chaos and upheaval that no nation on Earth was strong enough to endure, consuming the entire world with savagery and violence.

Almost the entire world was warped, and became hostile to humanity. Even areas minimally affected by the Blast were transformed practically overnight, becoming scorching wastes, sweltering jungles, and frigid tundras. Lifeforms too were affected by the fallout, giving way to horrifically mutated monstrosities that made the wastes even more dangerous for the surviving mankind. Even humans themselves were affected, becoming violent and savage Aberrants.

Only the strong survived in the world that was left. After the Blast, Fighting Arts had become a must for survival, with the closest thing to law in the new world belonging to warriors with the strength and authority to make their claims over the blasted remains of civilization. Settlements of desperate survivors being subjugated and exploited by violent thugs led by powerful Warlords became a sadly common sight. On the opposite end, several secured, isolated facilities that were cut off from the world before the Blast cling to the past, either denying their technology to the outside world in-need, or abusing it for their own quixotic gain, shaking down the scarce wastes like piggy banks. Yet at the same time, there exist drifting warriors and champions who bring hope for the future with every road they walk, fighting for freedom, justice and peace across the land. The Future remains uncertain, as humanity still clings to dear, desperate life.

Will you survive?

Welcome! This is the interest check for an idea I had for a fighting/martial arts RP, taking place in a Post-Apocalyptic Wasteland 60 years after a devastating world collapse, a la Fist of the North Star or LISA. Much of the surviving humans live in isolated settlements, in fear of brutal elements, violent warlords, and mutated monsters. At the current point in time, 60 years after the Blast that destroyed the world, nearly the entire fate of humanity throughout the ruined world lies in the hands of traveling wanderers, cyborgs, and mutants with mastery over Arts, a vast array of fighting styles that enable superhuman feats and powerful, supernatural techniques.

The RP will likely take a place in a central region, with numerous smaller overrunning plotlines to engage in rather than a single forward story. There'll be emphasis on player-interaction and activity, as the players explore New Fennec, the ruins of one of the world's fighting capital. The city is rumored to be home to countless ancient, powerful martial arts within, all these years later, yet they may be hardly the only secrets the city holds...

The OOC proper should be up in a few days or so. It'll have a lot more depth to it than this Interest Check, containing more detailed information about the setting the RP will take place in, a set of rules to follow, and the template for the Character Sheet. As a beforehand warning, this is my first time GMing an RP (at least on this site; Still the first time I've done it, period, in the last few years), and I might get busy with school and work unexpectedly. Regardless, I'm eager to get things started and will likely be reaching out for Co-GMs once we get moving.

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Genre: Post Apocalyptic, Fighting, Western
Inspirations: Fist of the North Star, Fallout, Street Fighter, LISA
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The year is 2040. Almost 60 years ago, the world was blasted in nuclear fire, swathing nearly the entire surface with scorched radiation. Just when the Cold War had begun to calm and seemed like it would come to a peaceful conclusion, the entire world suddenly fell into destruction and chaos, with countless lives being lost and much of the world becoming hostile and unforgiving. Even after the aftermath of the initial Blast, society and civilization quickly fractured and broke apart, giving way to chaos and upheaval that no nation on Earth was strong enough to endure, consuming the entire world with savagery and violence.

Almost the entire world was warped, and became hostile to humanity. Even areas minimally affected by the Blast were transformed practically overnight, becoming scorching wastes, sweltering jungles, and frigid tundras. Lifeforms too were affected by the fallout, giving way to horrifically mutated monstrosities that made the wastes even more dangerous for the surviving mankind. Even humans themselves were affected, becoming violent and savage Aberrants.

Only the strong survived in the world that was left. After the Blast, Fighting Arts had become a must for survival, with the closest thing to law in the new world belonging to warriors with the strength and authority to make their claims over the blasted remains of civilization. Settlements of desperate survivors being subjugated and exploited by violent thugs led by powerful Warlords became a sadly common sight. On the opposite end, several secured, isolated facilities that were cut off from the world before the Blast cling to the past, either denying their technology to the outside world in-need, or abusing it for their own quixotic gain, shaking down the scarce wastes like piggy banks. Yet at the same time, there exist drifting warriors and champions who bring hope for the future with every road they walk, fighting for freedom, justice and peace across the land. The Future remains uncertain, as humanity still clings to dear, desperate life.

Will you survive?

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Before the Blast, the City of Fennec was America's capital for warriors, fighters, and martial culture of all walks, being host to the annual World Fighters Cup, with hundreds of aspiring fighters flocking en masse towards the throne of the World Fighter Cup, settling down and creating a wide array of fighting art schools, offshot arenas, . If it weren't for the Cold War, it might have doubled as the City of Warriors across the entire world. Hosting the annual rotation of the World Fighter Expo, Fennec USA became the nation’s home for martial arts & fighters in general. It even attracted a few other sites, such as government organizations builting experimental cybernetic implants, as well as creating warriors with the power of nature and technology.
Surprisingly, despite being a major US city, it was spared the nuclear wrath that The Blast unleashed. Despite a few irradiated zones and Mutants infesting the city, it’s a relatively safer place to live compared to the majority of the US Wastes. Rumor throughout the area is that supposedly, a lone warrior stopped the Missile that would have devastated the city. Just when it seemed annihilation was imminent, a single man, pushing his body, mind, and soul to their very limits, fired a massive beam of sheer force that struck the missile right out of the sky, before he himself immediately died from overexertion, inspiring countless Warriors at the time with both his show of force and act of selflessness.
However, such a privilege was ill-spent. For all of it's martial culture and strength, the city had also been plagued by violence and crime, with many aspiring Warriors having egos too large for a simple cage, and would often turn on each other in the streets, over even unarmed civilians... With the collapse of the major US government, the entire city soon devolved into chaos. Powerful Warriors once celebrated as honorable fighters became vicious warlords, fighting for control over the collapsing remains of the city like starving men over rotting meat. Many fled the city in the war that ensued, finding the rest of the still-radioactive wastes a much better alternative to the utter hell such fighters reveled in. Soon after, many of the competing Warlords also fled, either searching for greener pastures or being exiled as a cruel mercy after being utterly beaten down. Decades after the Blast, New Fennec became a ghost of a town, whose only inhabitants are either the washed up victors or occasional scavengers.
Being the nationwide beacon of Fighters of all sorts before the Blast, to this day rumor still flies about, promising ancient texts containing powerful, ancient arts, possibly akin to the overwhelming technique that saved the city from it's widely-preferred outcome. All sorts of bandits, wanderers, and scavengers are drawn to the city like moths to a flame, hoping to uncover the powerful secrets it left behind, scavenge for any meaningful supplies it holds, or even just attempt building a settling in a slightly-less unlivable ruin. Yet old records of legendary pre-Blast Arts may be hardly the only secret the city holds...

The Heritage of Power

One of most attractive beacons to New Fennec is the promise of the Arts it holds within, one of which was fabled to save the city from nuclear annihilation. Many opportunistic warriors seek to uncover these Lost arts, embracing the powerful potential they may hold. Others, still, might prefer trading a good meal out of any they could find.
Others, still, might be hunting for other lost relics. No matter how useless, scavenging for any remaining valuables is still worth a while, even in the wastes.

The Hunt Begins

One of the fields of work wanderers might take up includes Bounty Hunting, pursuing and putting down those deemed dangerous enough by survivors in the wasteland that they're willing to trade good food and even wealth for their heads. As it would turn out, New Fennec is a hive for many of the most dangerous, reviled people in the world. To a well-trained Bounty Hunter, New Fennec might just their next Gold Rush.

Wxps350's Test Pile

Rules and Regulations

General Rules

1. Please avoid being disrespectful or rude to other players, at least in OOC. In other words, don’t be a dick. Be rootin, be tootin, and by God be shootin, but most of all, be kind.

2. No Godmodding, Metagaming, Powergaming… C’mon guys, how many times have you seen this rule by now?

3. Proper grammar, spelling, and capitalization are expected.

4. Try to keep post-length modest and relatively frequent. 2-3 paragraphs per post on a 1-2 weekly basis would be ideal.

5. If you become unavailable, either due to a lack of time or interest, please let us know. We can understand if you find yourself unable to participate, just don’t vanish without a trace and leave other players hanging.

6. If you go too long without any sort of activity, you will be removed, and your characters will be left behind. If you need to take an extended leave from the RP, just let us know and your characters will be put on hold until you return.

7. The outline of the story is relatively open-ended, with several smaller plotlines lying in wait, rather than one big one for everybody to follow along.

8. The objective of the game is to create a story and have fun. If you’re the type of person who wants to make a character with the attempts to “win”, you probably won’t get along here very well.

9. If two PCs get into a fight, it’s up to the two of you to resolve the conflict in a way you both find satisfying.

10. No sexual or adult-oriented scenes. Anything beyond a “fade to black” is off the table. If you really need to, take it into PMs.

Character Creation Rules

1. No overpowered characters or Mary Sues.

2. Try making a character with enough flesh/proper depth.

3. I know the RP takes place in a savage post-apocalypse, but try not to make your character oppressively dark or edgy.

4. Contrastly, while I appreciate some good humor here and there, don’t make a character too lolrandumb or goofy.

5. In order to keep things condensed, there will be a limit of three active characters owned by a single player at any given time. If you wish, you may retire a character to make room for another, so long as they don't become too involved/integral to an active plotline.

6. Only create one post in the Character tab. If you make multiple characters, edit later ones into the original post. In order to save space, all character sheets must be placed in hiders.

7. Please do not post any unfinished, WIP character sheets. Before putting it into the CHAR tab, they must be posted in OOC or PMed to Staff for approval.

Character Sheet Template

Character Name Here, Alternatively, use a Banner from 1001fonts.com

Title/Nickname (Optional)

[youtube]Optional Theme Song[/youtube]

Appearance

Age:
Gender:
Ethnicity:

[Give a brief, description of what they look like, including their measurements, physical traits, notable features, general apparel, and any noteworthy weapons or trinkets they carry with them. Feel free to use a faceclaim/reference image in the empty [image] spot above in the raw code, but if you choose to use such I still expect a decent description in this paragraph.]

Personality Traits

[Instead of a long paragraph, just list a few basic personality traits in about 6-10 bullet points.]

Backstory

[Tell us about their personal history. Where did they come from? What important events happened in their past?]

Fighting Art

[Describe the character's Art, including it's history, strengths and weaknesses, as well as any abilities it allows. In addition, describe around 3-4 Special Techniques the Art is capable of or notable Feats it allows down below. These are meant to be impressive, overt abilities, such as unleashing bursts of fire, having skin tough as steel, or moving fast as the wind.
Every major character has an Art of some kind, including cyborgs and mutants. Some are a lot less grandiose than others, relying more on quick wits and sharp skills in order to compete in such a violent wasteland.]

■ Technique
Description

Weaknesses
[Nearly every Art has a flaw of some kind. Rather than a lack of strength, reserve this for an exploitable avenue the style has little defense against.]

Trivia/Other Information

[Anything other pieces of relevant information you'd like to share?]

Character Sheet Coding

[hider=Character Sheet Template]
[center][h1]Character Name Here, Alternatively, use a Banner from 1001fonts.com[/h1][/center]
[img]*character image here*[/img]
[center][h3]Title/Nickname (Optional)[/h3][/center]
[/center][youtube]Optional Theme Song[/youtube][/center]

[h3][u]Appearance[/u][/h3]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Ethnicity:[/b]
[indent][Give a brief, description of what they look like, including their measurements, physical traits, notable features, general apparel, and any noteworthy weapons or trinkets they carry with them. Feel free to use a faceclaim/reference image in the empty [image] spot above in the raw code, but if you choose to use such I still expect a decent description in this paragraph.][/indent]

[h3][u]Personality Traits[/u][/h3]
[indent][Instead of a long paragraph, just list a few basic personality traits in about 6-10 bullet points.]
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[h3][u]Backstory[/u][/h3]
[indent][Tell us about their personal history. Where did they come from? What important events happened in their past?][/indent]

[h3][u]Fighting Art[/u][/h3]
[indent][Describe the character's Art, including it's history, strengths and weaknesses, as well as any abilities it allows. In addition, describe around 3-4 Special Techniques the Art is capable of or notable Feats it allows down below. These are meant to be impressive, overt abilities, such as unleashing bursts of fire, having skin tough as steel, or moving fast as the wind.
	Every major character has an Art of some kind, including cyborgs and mutants. Some are a lot less grandiose than others, relying more on quick wits and sharp skills in order to compete in such a violent wasteland.][/indent]

[indent][indent][b][u]■ Technique[/u][/b]
Description[/indent][/indent]

[indent][b][u]Weaknesses[/u][/b]
[Nearly every Art has a flaw of some kind. Rather than a lack of strength, reserve this for an exploitable avenue the style has little defense against.][/indent]
[h3][u]Trivia/Other Information[/u][/h3]
[indent][Anything other pieces of relevant information you'd like to share?][/indent]
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Wxps350's Test Pile

Genre: Post Apocalyptic, Fighting, Western
Inspirations: Fist of the North Star, Fallout, Street Fighter, LISA, Nuclear Throne

The year is 2040. Almost 60 years ago, the world was blasted in nuclear fire, swathing nearly the entire surface with scorched radiation. Just when the Cold War had begun to calm and seemed like it would come to a peaceful conclusion, the entire world suddenly fell into destruction and chaos, with countless lives being lost and much of the world becoming hostile and unforgiving. Even after the aftermath of the initial Blast, society and civilization quickly fractured and broke apart, giving way to chaos and upheaval that no nation on Earth was strong enough to endure, consuming the entire world with savagery and violence.

Almost the entire world was warped, and became hostile to humanity. Even areas minimally affected by the Blast were transformed practically overnight, becoming scorching wastes, sweltering jungles, and frigid tundras. Lifeforms too were affected by the fallout, giving way to horrifically mutated monstrosities that made the wastes even more dangerous for the surviving mankind. Even humans themselves were affected, becoming violent and savage Aberrants.

Only the strong survived in the world that was left. After the Blast, Fighting Arts had become a must for survival, with the closest thing to law in the new world belonging to warriors with the strength and authority to make their claims over the blasted remains of civilization. Settlements of desperate survivors being subjugated and exploited by violent thugs led by powerful Warlords became a sadly common sight. On the opposite end, several secured, isolated facilities that were cut off from the world before the Blast cling to the past, either denying their technology to the outside world in-need, or abusing it for their own quixotic gain, shaking down the scarce wastes like piggy banks. Yet at the same time, there exist drifting warriors and champions who bring hope for the future with every road they walk, fighting for freedom, justice and peace across the land. The Future remains uncertain, as humanity still clings to dear, desperate life.

Will you survive?

Welcome! This is the interest check for an idea I had for a fighting/martial arts RP, taking place in a Post-Apocalyptic Wasteland 60 years after a devastating world collapse, a la Fist of the North Star or LISA. Much of the surviving humans live in isolated settlements, in fear of brutal elements, violent warlords, and mutated monsters. At the current point in time, 60 years after the Blast that destroyed the world, nearly the entire fate of humanity throughout the ruined world lies in the hands of traveling wanderers, cyborgs, and mutants with mastery over Arts, a vast array of fighting styles that enable superhuman feats and powerful, superhuman techniques.

The RP will likely take a place in a central region, with numerous smaller overrunning plotlines to engage in rather than a single forward story. There'll be emphasis on player-interaction and activity, as the players explore New Fennec, the ruins of one of the world's fighting capital. The city is rumored to be home to countless ancient, powerful martial arts within, all these years later, yet they may be hardly the only secrets the city holds...

The OOC proper should be up in a few days or so. It'll have a lot more depth to it than the Interest Check, containing more detailed information about the setting the RP will take place in, a set of rules to follow, and the template for the Character Sheet. As a beforehand warning, this is my first time GMing an RP (at least on this site; Still the first time I've done it, period, in the last couple years), and I might get busy with school and work unexpectedly. Regardless, I'm eager to get things started and will likely be reaching out for Co-GMs once we get moving.

Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

Tristan Douge

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Abandoned Church

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Tristan's brain took a good few minutes buffering as the woman-- Brianna, told him exactly what he had been hoping to hear the past few months.

"She's behind the serial killing" Was all Tristan remembered directly processing. It took a good sense of decency for him to avoid storming right up to her and demanding what she knew, even after she shut down any questions until later. Almost even forgot there were other people there, once he stepped inside. Seeing nowhere better to put what he originally left the house for, he just tossed the jug of milk onto one of the empty, still-standing pews.

Just keep it in one piece, Tristan; She'll explain things in just a little bit, he repeated to himself in his head. Taking a deep breathe, he opened his mouth.

"I trus--"

Suddenly, a heavy banging and growling came at the door.

"Shit," Brianna had said, "The Witch has found us..."

There she was again, using lingo she had yet to explain.

"What is this Witch you keep going on about? What the hell--" Tristan began in frustration. Suddenly, more thumping. Up the side of the building, and then it stopped, for a few still moments, letting silence refill the abandoned church.

And then the entire fucking roof, or at least what remained of it, fell right on top of their heads. Tristan managed to avoid any harmful debris by diving to the ground and quickly rolling underneath one of the pews, covering his head. Thankfully it wasn't crushed under the rotting planks above, neither was he under it. A complete cloud of dust was startled up into the air by whatever the fuck that thing was, which Tristan could hear was now right inside the church as a part of the same growling that accomplished the pounding at the door. He heard some shouting and panicking going around by everyone else inside, but Tristan did well to keep his mouth shut, not daring to make any noise that might attract whatever the hell just ruined the already-ruined church.

Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

Tristan Douge

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Abandoned Church

@Penny@Ghost Note

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It was a bit ironic, honestly. Tristan had become used to spending entire days doing nothing but parcelling through news articles & reports throughout Araminta. Disemboweled remains found at night, sightings of the same black dog that led Tristan to hers, reading through every report and sighting, jotting down any specific details mentioned, and even double-checking. Every day and night, it was a storm of cross-referencing missing reports with the discovery of the corpses days later, checking threads and news bulletins for supposed sightings of the Black Shuck (as well as learning the skill to tell which ones were bullshit). He even looked into the recent moth-induced mass-car pileup and kidnapping. Now that he doubted the legitimacy of, but still integrated it into his search patterns regardless. All in all, something really fucking weird was going on in this town.

After a rooting frustration, Tristan decided to clear his head; He ran out to the store just to pick up some milk. Just milk, simple as that. Just as he left the store with a single jug in his hand, he felt his phone buzz, and pulled it out of his pocket. He got a text from no number. It recognized his own encounters with the unnatural, and directed him to the old abandoned church.

By the time he made it all the way down there, he actually began to have doubts; This had to be some kind of trick, or wannabe clubhouse. Or maybe it was some big conspiracy, and they wanted him and everyone else who saw it in one spot--

But he shelved those doubts for now; It was this time that he finally had an inkling of a lead after days-- Hang on, weeks? ...Months? Had he really been stuck in this ritual of searching news articles and board notes for almost a month now? Good God, it was about time he had something to actually work with.

Tristan hopped a bus down to the Church; Money he was supposed to spend on the trip back home. But it wasn't the first time he threw bus-money for something irrelevant, except this time it was actually important. After hopping off and a quick two blocks, he finally made it. 7359 Armory Road.

He already saw a few cars parked off to the side; People were already here. Well, if it was a trap of some kind, at least he wouldn't be corralled by himself. A large crowd had converged outside of the actual church, standing in a confused group just outside the entrance.

Seeing just a few other people standing around and talking, he must've been a few minutes late. Some were locked into their own conversations, while others were standing around confused and mumbling, just like him. Awkwardly, he entered the congregation, still holding the jug of milk in his hand.

"H..hello," said a bookish, nervous woman, "I received a text...", catching Tristan's attention.

"Yeah-- yeah. So did I", he answered, turning to face her and showing his own phone, with the text pulled up, "It told you to come down here too? Did-- Did everyone here get a text like that?"

Then he clued into her original intention, turning his head and realizing that one of the people present was a cop. Oh shit, was this some sting operation? Tristan began to silently panic; He didn't make any sudden or aggressive movements, though, catching she was in fact armed with a gun. Instead he just stood there, still facing the woman he responded to, while also trying to stand open to the rest of the group in the church.