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Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

Very keen on site Haeda. This is gon' be goooood

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

Rico Larmés

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An ordinary, middle-class family and a stable business that had them selling potted plants and the like for a living. What more could the boy ask for? Up until his teenage years, he's had the time of his life growing his own greens in the comfort of the woods that had their house secluded from the rest of society for a few miles or so. But one should ask, why was gardening such a great deal of fun for this guy? Well you see, cultivating them was not the focus here - it was rolling 'em up and smoking the damn joints with his buds. To him, it was the fucking bomb diggity.

In the day, he worked hard alongside his parents in maintaining their delicate flora. At night, he paraded through the shadiest cul-de-sac, handing out the 'goods' to anyone who boasted a heavy wallet and a couple hunned fiddies. Money had never come to anyone in their family easier, so it was a pleasant surprise to find that his green thumb was remarkably more effective than the rest of his family's. The rapid growth and excellent endurance the vegetation experienced with him in the vicinity earned the recognition of his parents, along with their rapidly increasing customer base. With him, the flowers flourished, and so did their business. Of course, the boy never had his powers extend to anything further than the regular gardening and plant-keeping. Watering hydrangeas and caring for his marijuana garden had become his life support.

However, good things had to come to an end. It all began with some motherfucker telling on his ass, after Rico refused to sell the young boy some goddamn weed. He figured it was the least he could do to salvage what was left of his morality. Housing and selling marijuana was not something he was proud of, so he could have at least done this in favor of said young boy's parents. That same plan came back and bit him in the ass, hard. It was true - the road to hell can also be paved with good deeds. Cuffs were slapped onto him faster than he could bribe his way out of prison, to his dismay. The boy's parents were heartbroken, but both parties knew that the dangers of being found out was practically damnation compared to being thrown into a cell for a couple of years.

The inevitable came to pass when the officers who were in charge of driving the vehicle, noticed the weeds surrounding the sides of the road begin to grow fast. And by fast, I mean hella fucking fast. Within seconds, Rico's panicked mind had caused the tall grass to envelope the car, but that's it. The boy slightly shook his head and regained his composure in the back seat in order to have the vegetation stop itself from crushing the vehicle and killing everyone inside. Needless to say, governmental back-up was hastily requested in the midst of the panic, and by the time Rico's parents had gotten word of what happened via text and rushed to meet their son at the scene, the area was wiped clean of every strand. Rico was gone.

Fast forward to now. The island is stripped of most of its value. To avoid starving to death, the boy turned to vegetarianism. And to sustain his water levels, he took advantage of transpiration - collecting water vapor that evaporates on leaves in a small plastic bag. Rico had spent about 6 weeks leisurely strolling about the island with nothing better to do - you could damn well bet your ass that he's got a few tricks up his sleeves.

Rico is susceptible to plant manipulation. Having been put through various facilities involved in botany and biotechnology, it was found that he was born with a defect in his blood. Or rather, additional features. Various forms of stimuli not normally found in the human body was deeply embedded into Rico's bloodstream. Such stimuli takes on the form of both liquid, solid, and gas, allowing them to diffuse and infuse into his body on command. This enables him to cause deliberate, and rapid growth in all manners of flora due to the existence of auxins in their stems, which naturally results in elongation in response to the stimuli Rico distributes. In addition to that, the closer he is to a targeted plant, the more of an effect he has on it, due to the lack of distance between stimuli and receptor cells. The further away he is, the less efficient. If Rico chooses to do so, he may cause a plant to wither by releasing stimuli that blocks its internal water flow by accumulating within both water and mineral-supplying tissues, the xylem and phloem. This can happen at any rate he chooses.

Further studies have shown that his radius of effect increases as he grows older, currently reaching at about 15 meters at his limit. Currently, weaknesses include barren areas of wilderness, and absolutely cannot go a day without at least 3 hours in the sun. In the case of such, his body will begin to wither away. First it will start by the leakage of the majority of his fluids through his pores. Next, the deterioration of his bones. If time progresses and he is not yet exposed to sun, he will merely be a pile of skin and brittle bones.

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

So, I came up with a plant-bender. Hope he's alright.

Rico Larmés

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An ordinary, middle-class family and a stable business that had them selling potted plants and the like for a living. What more could the boy ask for? Up until his teenage years, he's had the time of his life growing his own greens in the comfort of the woods that had their house secluded from the rest of society for a few miles or so. But one should ask, why was gardening such a great deal of fun for this guy? Well you see, cultivating them was not the focus here - it was rolling 'em up and smoking the damn joints with his buds. To him, it was the fucking bomb diggity.

In the day, he worked hard alongside his parents in maintaining their delicate flora. At night, he paraded through the shadiest cul-de-sac, handing out the 'goods' to anyone who boasted a heavy wallet and a couple hunned fiddies. Money had never come to anyone in their family easier, so it was a pleasant surprise to find that his green thumb was remarkably more effective than the rest of his family's. The rapid growth and excellent endurance the vegetation experienced with him in the vicinity earned the recognition of his parents, along with their rapidly increasing customer base. With him, the flowers flourished, and so did their business. Of course, the boy never had his powers extend to anything further than the regular gardening and plant-keeping. Watering hydrangeas and caring for his marijuana garden had become his life support.

However, good things had to come to an end. It all began with some motherfucker telling on his ass, after Rico refused to sell the young boy some goddamn weed. He figured it was the least he could do to salvage what was left of his morality. Housing and selling marijuana was not something he was proud of, so he could have at least done this in favor of said young boy's parents. That same plan came back and bit him in the ass, hard. It was true - the road to hell can also be paved with good deeds. Cuffs were slapped onto him faster than he could bribe his way out of prison, to his dismay. The boy's parents were heartbroken, but both parties knew that the dangers of being found out was practically damnation compared to being thrown into a cell for a couple of years.

The inevitable came to pass when the officers who were in charge of driving the vehicle, noticed the weeds surrounding the sides of the road begin to grow fast. And by fast, I mean hella fucking fast. Within seconds, Rico's panicked mind had caused the tall grass to envelope the car, but that's it. The boy slightly shook his head and regained his composure in the back seat in order to have the vegetation stop itself from crushing the vehicle and killing everyone inside. Needless to say, governmental back-up was hastily requested in the midst of the panic, and by the time Rico's parents had gotten word of what happened via text and rushed to meet their son at the scene, the area was wiped clean of every strand. Rico was gone.

Fast forward to now. The island is stripped of most of its value. To avoid starving to death, the boy turned to vegetarianism. And to sustain his water levels, he took advantage of transpiration - collecting water vapor that evaporates on leaves in a small plastic bag. Rico had spent about 6 weeks leisurely strolling about the island with nothing better to do - you could damn well bet your ass that he's got a few tricks up his sleeves.

Rico is susceptible to plant manipulation. Having been put through various facilities involved in botany and biotechnology, it was found that he was born with a defect in his blood. Or rather, additional features. Various forms of stimuli not normally found in the human body was deeply embedded into Rico's bloodstream. Such stimuli takes on the form of both liquid, solid, and gas, allowing them to diffuse and infuse into his body on command. This enables him to cause deliberate, and rapid growth in all manners of flora due to the existence of auxins in their stems, which naturally results in elongation in response to the stimuli Rico distributes. In addition to that, the closer he is to a targeted plant, the more of an effect he has on it, due to the lack of distance between stimuli and receptor cells. The further away he is, the less efficient. If Rico chooses to do so, he may cause a plant to wither by releasing stimuli that blocks its internal water flow by accumulating within both water and mineral-supplying tissues, the xylem and phloem. This can happen at any rate he chooses.

Further studies have shown that his radius of effect increases as he grows older, currently reaching at about 15 meters at his limit. Currently, weaknesses include barren areas of wilderness, and absolutely cannot go a day without at least 3 hours in the sun. In the case of such, his body will begin to wither away. First it will start by the leakage of the majority of his fluids through his pores. Next, the deterioration of his bones. If time progresses and he is not yet exposed to sun, he will merely be a pile of skin and brittle bones.

The Order: A Tale of Steam and Monster Hunting

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The Order: A Tale of Steam and Monster Hunting

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"Before anything. Aren't introductions in order? Being elusive is not really an excuse for formality."

The contrast in both their tones nearly gave Salvyn whiplash. The two of them weren't the politest out there, but one would expect at least an ounce of respect for the man who puts in effort in changing the world for the better. Although, he was right. Introductions and getting to know each other first would probably be the best way to go about the situation, and if anything, it would help dampen the awkward tension in the air. The young man leaned back in the sofa, resting one arm on the sack of bread, and allowed the other to dance freely. The flames resting in the fireplace curled and writhed in harmony to the boy's motions, not once missing a beat to the music that played in the background. It was rather amusing, but Salvyn didn't let that stop him from listening in on the conversation at hand.

"Very well, I am Ser Gregory Sullivan. Knight Pontiff of the Templar Order."The room, as if on queue, resorted to a hush as all the noise was toned down and all eyes were suddenly on the tall man in the suit of armour. "I have come to see for myself your Order and what it stands for. And if our goals align, you shall have my aid." Ser Gregory. A rather fancy name. Salvyn used this moment to give the man a good once-over, just to get a fair grasp on what the additions to their team would consist of. A red cross was embedded into the bulky shoulderplates of his armour. It was not a sigil he knew of, but it gave him closure. The emblem was definitely of another empire, and for now, he would sleep at ease now knowing knowing the Vatican State's religious consortium was NOT out for his head.

"My name is Salvyn, of the house Modius. In regards to myself, I bear no special title to my name. Although, I believe I do harness physical capabilities that may or may not aid us in our venture against the inhumankind. I'm looking forward to see what we can make of ourselves." he looked each one of them in the eye as he sat down after his brief intro. Freeing one hand to rub his temple, he pondered a piece of information that bothered him quite a bit. Why did the brute have two differently-coloured eyes? I never knew such a thing was possible.

Salyvn shifted uncomfortably in his seat, getting up from the sofa and quietly making his way to the bar. The boy lightly dusted the seat and settled down next to Akio. "Brushing up on your studies again?" he winked at him. Their last meeting was not something anyone would consider pleasant, and he figured he would have to make amends somehow. Light conversation seemed the way to go.

Before he had the chance to fully delve into his thoughts on what to say next, a young maiden stumbled into the room, but seemed to have caught herself just before she hit the ground. Salvyn was fairly impressed, though she did seem a little rusty with her skills. He'd seen this type of magic before, but never got the chance to fully acknowledge it. Truly, it was a magnificent gift, and in the right hands, would guarantee either destruction or salvation.

"My apologies for being late."

"Looks like we have another magician." he whispered to Akio, nudging him lightly in the arm. The brunet swung around in his seat and faced the woman who stood at the doorway. "Fancy meeting you, miss. My name is Salyvn, and that fellow over there in the nice suit in Ser Gregory." he said, extending a hand towards the knight. "There's a bag of bread on the sofa, if you're feeling in the mood for it. Have a seat!"

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@thebadman7824Hey and welcome to the guild! :) Sig's looking quite relatable. I like that.