Laughing Renault

What does it mean to be Human?

Really curious idea. I enjoy the possibility quite a bit. I would also love to join in if you would have me.

While not overly religious I do have some schooling in Christianity as well as Catholic Theology and Philosophy ( albeit a bit more modern and jesuit take on each ). If you would allow me to make a small edit to your original post, mainly that of having the character I have in mind not come with the first ship to cross Station's path.

A completely human priest, John D. Coyle from the year 2034 winds up floating past. His ship originally meant to take him on a missionary journey to the then growing colony on mars, however a faulty computer, or stray asteroid caused the ship to become damage, and enter warp. Not the hyperdrive of 10.k A.D. but the 99.9 repeating % light speed of 2034 spacecraft. He would have been in stasis for... well a rather extended period of time, until he was brought out of warp.

When he finally realized what had happened he decided to enter warp for an extended period of time in jumps, going into stasis each time, coming out to look around, hoping to see some sort of planet that he might be able to land on. Or possibly run into humanity from elsewhere. That never happened. So, through his many jumps, each time only spending a few days out of stasis. Has been traveling for 8,000 years. For him it has only been 2 or so years. He thinks all human civilization is dead, and that nothing remains.

Staring out into the endless void that greets him as he nears the barrier of the galaxy, knowing now that there is no longer any hope or possibility of finding civilization again. That for him to run into another galaxy from this one is statistically impossible. He wasn't sure how much longer the ships power supply would last anyways. Just as he decided to enter stasis for the last time a loud clunk might be heard, as the ship entered the pull of station. Being dragged towards the being that is known as Station. Unable to believe what was actually happening to him.

It could also give interesting perspective on the time period. IF you have a whole bunch of people who are augmented and changed to being completely different. Frankensteins of modernity. Well then the perspective on the question is rather one-sided. A priest from the early 21st century could provide some input not provided by others!

Terror in Utopia

My highest apologies. While normally I strive to be as punctual as possible, I have neglected this RP quite terribly. My schedule picked up quite a bit more than I had anticipated these past two weeks or so, and my free time had ground to a halt (spending a literal half day working can exhaust a man). I'll see to it to make a new post to the RP as soon as I am able, just as long as I receive confirmation that it is still ongoing. I had thought a large amount of progress would have been made and that I might have been forgotten. Hopefully this might not be the case.

Terror in Utopia

Mad Scarlet said

Renault continued to walk, the sea of faces flowing, passing by him. He was bored, uninterested at the hustle and bustle of the city that surrounded him. While it was true their was no real challenge present to him in this world, nor was their any way to meet a magic user who could really teach him something, their were some benefits to being in a world devoid of magic users. He could let his magic out, his true potential some might say. Normally one would be required to contain their magic, keep a hold on it. Mostly so it wouldn't disturb or irritate others. Except for here. Here. In this brave new world, this wondrous world full of new opportunities and new surprises, Renault was free to do as he liked. So he let is magic seep out, left it float and lurk around him, letting himself breathe it in, his silent music flowing without restraint.

It was a new experience for him, completely like any he had been witness to before. He could hear, he could hear the music around him, the magic around him. Even the sounds were amplified. He slowed down to a stop, closed his eyes, concentrating. It took a few minutes, but slowly he began to sense his surroundings, sense the air around him. He strode forward, slow yet confident. He couldn't make out shapes, or really details. 'My subconscious' he thought. Turning or moving to the left or right just in time to avoid collisions. He nearly tripped, carefully maintaining his balance, doing his best to make it appear like a natural action as he felt a presence push back against his magic. 'Now that should't have happened.' he thought to himself with a small grin. Continuing to walk he opened his eyes, trying to appear as normal and un-alerted as possible. Keeping calm he slowly observed those around him, one by one he eliminated people surrounding him until none remained. It was then he noticed the small feline that had seemed to taken a keen interest in him. With a glint in his eyes he spun around, ignoring those around him as he bowed to the cat, grinning in a way that was friendly but almost seemed malicious. He pressed back with his magic, pushing it against her as he stared back, "A pleasure to make your acquaintance my dear!" he said, voice smooth, filled with undirected magic. A moment later he spun around again, doffing his hat at the cat before tipping into the closest pub. Holding the door open for just a moment as he stared back at the feline. More or less daring her to follow.

The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything (Interthread Pirates RP)

The book of bad juju said
I for one rejoice at this opportunity to go down with the ship

I think it is obvious at this point, we must become Scottish Metal Pirates

Terror in Utopia

Renault grinned before reaching into his coat, pulling out a pre-cut cigar and lighter. He leaned back slightly, relaxing as he smoked. Watching the idle crowd slowly drift past him in either direction. He was immune. Above. Free. This new world suddenly thrust upon him was exactly the boost he needed. He looked around, the dull city seemed to shift around him, closing his eyes he breathed in deeply... and simply listened. Years of manipulating sound through music and magic had lead his ears become particularly attune to the world surrounding him, not superhuman exactly. But he could almost just catch the sound of magic hanging in the air, or the feeling of an area. Usually it was just a thread something that was barely discernible, or ran away from him quickly. Yet it had saved him a few times, and was an otherwise enjoyable experience. He continued to puff away as he watched the dreary peoples pass him by. He liked the bad parts of town, they had always held a bit more reality and presence than the oh so often plastic perfect of upper-scale neighborhoods. That isn't to say that he only resided in the bad parts, he had his own taste, understood class, and knew where the real money was.

With a final puff he dropped the rest of the cigar to his feet, crushing out the remains before stepping away. Moving with the flow of traffic as he thought on what to do next. He had wracked up a sizable amount of money over the past few days. It was amazing the wonders that unchecked usage of magical music performed on unsuspecting ears. Already he had a decent amount hidden on him, as well as a few safe deposits and safe areas around the city. This however, had left Renault wondering what challenge to tackle next. With his income at a steady flow, and with a respectable nest egg hidden away, he was at a loss for what to pursue. Fame abhorred him, the thought of crowds of people knowing about him simply made him shudder. Despite occasionally expensive tastes he was perfectly fine with spending very little, and was more of a wanderer anyways. In this new, largely un-magical world, there wasn't likely anyone who could teach him new skills. The thought of becoming a respectable worker made him giggle, and forming a crime syndicate was far too much work. No, for now, he decided, Renault would simply go where the flow of sounds would take him. It's what he always had done and would continue to do. He grinned, thinking that, after all, something interesting always seemed to find him.

I'm drinking shitty beer.

Natty Lite is drinking bread.

Best possible option is drinking shitty wine to get halfway drunk. Then drink halfway decent beer for taste. Alcohol content in association is only a bonus!

Terror in Utopia

Name: Renault
Age: Mid 20's
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, thin, almost emancipated. His eyes glitter with mischief as he stares unceremoniously at whatever catches his eyes at the time. A black leather frock coat pulled tightly against his torso, a deep purple tie and vest just visible beneath his neckline. Dark grey slacks cover his legs. A scar works it's way down over his face, just missing a half closed eye. A Ben Hogan hat atop his head, looking a bit too informal for the rest of his attire. A fencing saber strapped to his left side, this time accompanied by a MP-446 Viking, 18 rounds per magazine chambered in 9x19mm rounds attached to his right hip, hidden under the coat. A dark leather glove covers his right hand, the left ornate with various scars. A small ukulele slung over his shoulder, strapped to his back.
Ability:
Rather Competent / Decently Skilled at 1 on 1 melee (Sword/Fencing) combat.
Extremely Charismatic
Musician - Can play a variety of instruments. Is most skilled with Lute / Ukulele.
Bard - Can infuse his music with magic, granting various buffs. ( Courage, Strength, Healing, Defense, ect.) or various detriments ( Slow, Confusion, Sleep ect.).
Cursed - Can use Dark Magics and Dark Arts at risk to his humanity.
Competent with small Handguns.

Overall:
Able to buff and assist teammates as a supporting individual. ++
Can use (somewhat limited) Dark Magics and Demonic Spells / Abilities +
Competent in one on one combat using swords. +
Very Charismatic as an individual. (Diplomacy, Bluffing, Coercion all far easier for him.) +
Very vulnerable to holy attacks and damage. --
Demonic powers inflict self damage, degrade humanity/sanity. --
Statistically below average as a combatant. -

Occupation (optional): Bard, Wandering Traveler
Personality: Charismatic, Playful, Condescending, A trickster. Will happily manipulate individuals to his own gain. Cares not for overarching ideas of good or evil. Is only motivated for personal gain. While extremely charismatic and likable, most individuals begin to sense something slightly off concerning him after an extended period of time.
Backstory: Deciding to make his own fortune instead of staying in his village, Renault set off to discover his own path as a bard. Quickly realizing he had a magical talent associated with music he sought to develop it further. In hopes of pushing his talents to greater heights he travelled to a distant mountain that was said to be home to a talented sage. He arrived, set up camp at the base of the mountain, and then remembered waking up three months later, magical talents greatly improved and a painfully pulsating pentagram carved rather harshly into his right hand. To make matters worse, before he even had a chance to understand the new magics entrusted to him the nation of Chou suddenly transformed into Caramea. Shock at the lack of magic, and fear for his possible demise and persecution, Renault became a bit more cautious... that is, until he realized that if everyone but him were able to use magic, he could blatantly use his music to his own advantage. Thus he set off, working to gain a small nest egg via manipulation and magic, hoping to get enough cash to live in decent standing, quietly, away from this new and rather frightening world wiped blank.

EDIT: Didn't realize that this was a Modern Era Fantasy Setting :P Just making addendum to the appearance: i.e. Modern Dress, Handgun, not futuristic.

The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything (Interthread Pirates RP)

A brief idea, shoot me down if it is utterly retarded... But.... should in all situations ( even those that call for the magically transforming ship of pirates who do nothing ) the Pirate Ship should be propelled by wind. Whether it is in the depths of space, or traveling over vast expanses of land. For whatever reason some sort of wind exists to propel it?

A Reign of Terror in Utopia

Seems like an interesting enough premise, I'll bite!

Name: Renault
Age: Mid 20's
Gender: Male
Appearance: (Assuming Fantasy) : A tall thin figure, cheeky grin constantly plastered on his fair yet far too pallid face. A large cloak swirling behind him, a loose brown leather jerkin covering a doublet, slightly too fancy for it's purpose. Tight, form fitting breeches that refuse to remain completely flat. A feather of an eagle stuck ceremoniously in his cap, a strange shimmering glinting around the object. An ornate yet obviously battle ready saber hung to the left at his waist. A dark leather glove covers his right hand, the left ornate with various scars. A worn yet rather nice looking lute strapped to his back.
(Assuming Futuristic Fantasy): Tall, thin, almost emancipated. His eyes glitter with mischief as he stares unceremoniously at whatever catches his eyes at the time. A black leather frock coat pulled tightly against his torso, a deep purple tie and vest just visible beneath his neckline. Dark grey slacks cover his legs. A scar works it's way down over his face, just missing a half closed eye. A Ben Hogan hat atop his head, looking a bit too informal for the rest of his attire. A fencing saber strapped to his left side, this time accompanied by a bolter pistol attached to his right. A black leather glove covering his right hand, his left replaced with what looks to be a rather high quality robotic replacement. A small ukulele slung over his shoulder, strapped to his back.
Ability:
Rather Competent / Decently Skilled at 1 on 1 melee (Sword/Fencing) combat.
Extremely Charismatic
Musician - Can play a variety of instruments. Is most skilled with Lute / Ukulele.
Bard - Can infuse his music with magic, granting various buffs. ( Courage, Strength, Healing, Defense, ect.) or various detriments ( Slow, Confusion, Sleep ect.).
Cursed - Can use Dark Magics and Dark Arts at risk to his humanity.

(Futuristic)
Competent with small Handguns.
Robotic forearm : Allows for various attachments, stronger than average individual, vulnerable to electricity.

Overall:
Able to buff and assist teammates as a supporting individual. ++
Can use (somewhat limited) Dark Magics and Demonic Spells / Abilities +
Competent in one on one combat using swords. +
Very Charismatic as an individual. (Diplomacy, Bluffing, Coercion all far easier for him.) +
Very vulnerable to holy attacks and damage. --
Demonic powers inflict self damage, degrade humanity/sanity. --
Statistically below average as a combatant. -

Occupation (optional): Bard, Wandering Traveler
Personality: Charismatic, Playful, Condescending, A trickster. Will happily manipulate individuals to his own gain. Cares not for overarching ideas of good or evil. Is only motivated for personal gain. While extremely charismatic and likable, most individuals begin to sense something slightly off concerning him after an extended period of time.
Backstory: Deciding to make his own fortune instead of staying in his village, Renault set off to discover his own path as a bard. Quickly realizing he had a magical talent associated with music he sought to develop it further. In hopes of pushing his talents to greater heights he travelled to a distant mountain that was said to be home to a talented sage. He arrived, set up camp at the base of the mountain, and then remembered waking up three months later, magical talents greatly improved and a painfully pulsating pentagram carved rather harshly into his right hand. To make matters worse, before he even had a chance to understand the new magics entrusted to him the nation of Chou suddenly transformed into Caramea. Shock at the lack of magic, and fear for his possible demise and persecution, Renault became a bit more cautious... that is, until he realized that if everyone but him were able to use magic, he could blatantly use his music to his own advantage. Thus he set off, working to gain a small nest egg via manipulation and magic, hoping to get enough cash to live in decent standing, quietly, away from this new and rather frightening world wiped blank.

The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything (Interthread Pirates RP)

*Bows with a flourish, grinning cheekily as he sidles up to So Boerd, winking at the figure next to him as he strums once or thrice at his lute.* So we be pirates now matey? Arh! That seems like a pleasant pastime to a pacable pantopragmatiac! That is... If you will have me aboard?

(If the ship would need some sort of Bard or main musician who may or may not just happen to have made dealings with demons of some sort.... One never really knows when it comes to Renault after all!)