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The Boys an girls could share the load
Based on that remark, I had something else in mind.
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Based on that remark, I had something else in mind.
Nakamura let out a long winded groan as he stared at the clock. Time was virtually at a stand still, it appeared. The second hand of the math class clock appeared to be fighting against gravity as each grueling moment passed. Nakamura's leg uncontrollably bounced up and down, a defect of his damned anxiety. Cursing under his breath, Nakamura rested his hand on his thigh in hopes of nullifying his restless leg syndrome. Slow down, deep breath, happy thoughts, cute puppies, chill out, et cetera et cetera...
His thoughts soon turned sour as he glanced over to catch Itoe reading the blank pages of her copybook. The neutral expression on Nakamura's face turned into the perpetual scowl that he always associated with the "Ice Queen" of Fujimi Academy. Itoe was always one to boast about her supreme intellect and study habits, but here she was, putting on her smart-girl rouse in order to trick the plebs into believing her, but her gaze was fixated on the empty pages of her book. Always the hypocrite, Itoe. You keep trying to trick these assholes into thinking you're the top dog around here. Won't work on me, no sir. I know your game, I can see through you...
Nakamura's leg started back up. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, butterflies and parks and stuff. The day's almost over, no need to get worked up right now, Naki. Go for a walk, clear your head.
Nakamura raised his hand and asked his teacher calmly to be excused. The teacher allowed him to do so, probably because Nakamura is hardly ever a problem in class. Nakamura took his leave and let out an alleviated sigh as he made his way down the hall, hands in his pockets and head fixated on the floor. He let his mind wander, something he liked to do more often than not. A good walk, especially in the middle of the school day, would allow his mind to roam and to take his mind off of the things that triggered his anxiety.
"Ooof!" Nakamara spun slightly as another student, seemingly in a hurry, brushed past his shoulder. Catching a glimpse of the guy's face, he could see that it was the infamous Yami Kitsugaia: Troublemaker extraordinaire. "What's the rush, guy?"
His thoughts soon turned sour as he glanced over to catch Itoe reading the blank pages of her copybook. The neutral expression on Nakamura's face turned into the perpetual scowl that he always associated with the "Ice Queen" of Fujimi Academy. Itoe was always one to boast about her supreme intellect and study habits, but here she was, putting on her smart-girl rouse in order to trick the plebs into believing her, but her gaze was fixated on the empty pages of her book. Always the hypocrite, Itoe. You keep trying to trick these assholes into thinking you're the top dog around here. Won't work on me, no sir. I know your game, I can see through you...
Nakamura's leg started back up. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, butterflies and parks and stuff. The day's almost over, no need to get worked up right now, Naki. Go for a walk, clear your head.
Nakamura raised his hand and asked his teacher calmly to be excused. The teacher allowed him to do so, probably because Nakamura is hardly ever a problem in class. Nakamura took his leave and let out an alleviated sigh as he made his way down the hall, hands in his pockets and head fixated on the floor. He let his mind wander, something he liked to do more often than not. A good walk, especially in the middle of the school day, would allow his mind to roam and to take his mind off of the things that triggered his anxiety.
"Ooof!" Nakamara spun slightly as another student, seemingly in a hurry, brushed past his shoulder. Catching a glimpse of the guy's face, he could see that it was the infamous Yami Kitsugaia: Troublemaker extraordinaire. "What's the rush, guy?"
Damon said
So this is a FE9 and 10 RP?
It's based in it's own universe, but stylistically it borrows from every game, including the Laguz and such from 9/10.
When I mean borrows from every game, I mean for example, you can be a class from any of the games (to be determined whether or not your characters can start out as a lord-type char) and story themes and elements are going to be drawn from all of the games.
Name: Nakamura Taiki
Nickname(s): Naki
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Nationality: Japanese
Appearance:
Personality: Nakamura is a soft spoken, yet quick witted and sarcastic individual. He doesn't have a very high tolerance for things that he perceives as stupid, and is not afraid to tell people when he is displeased. His sharp tongue often makes him hard to warm up to, and he is very distrusting of others. Very stubborn, he has a very hard time admitting when he is wrong and does not like giving others much credit. Despite this, Nakamura is generally kind if you get to know him and is a very protective, thoughtful, and reflective person.
Biography: Nakamura was born from two parents who could never even stand to look at each other. It wasn't long until his parents had a trial separation, which soon led to a divorce. For most of his life, Nakamura bounced between the care of his two parents and grew a foul perspective of life through his turbulent upbringing. In school, "Naki" is considered somewhat of a wildcard; He is generally quiet and doesn't bother people much, but he is infamous for his moments of mouthing off to those unfortunate enough to be considered in his mind "annoying."
Crush: {*~Open~*}
Nickname(s): Naki
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Nationality: Japanese
Appearance:
Personality: Nakamura is a soft spoken, yet quick witted and sarcastic individual. He doesn't have a very high tolerance for things that he perceives as stupid, and is not afraid to tell people when he is displeased. His sharp tongue often makes him hard to warm up to, and he is very distrusting of others. Very stubborn, he has a very hard time admitting when he is wrong and does not like giving others much credit. Despite this, Nakamura is generally kind if you get to know him and is a very protective, thoughtful, and reflective person.
Biography: Nakamura was born from two parents who could never even stand to look at each other. It wasn't long until his parents had a trial separation, which soon led to a divorce. For most of his life, Nakamura bounced between the care of his two parents and grew a foul perspective of life through his turbulent upbringing. In school, "Naki" is considered somewhat of a wildcard; He is generally quiet and doesn't bother people much, but he is infamous for his moments of mouthing off to those unfortunate enough to be considered in his mind "annoying."
Crush: {*~Open~*}
Sure, there can be way to reconfigure classes like by adding new weapons to it and such.
Hola, this is going to be a Fire Emblem roleplay (or for a more accurate notation, a roleplay in the vein of Fire Emblem) hosted by myself and Solace. Solace is the bearer of most of the information, and the story will be expanded upon in the OOC which will be up once we gather a few folks willing to join.
If you're unfamiliar with Fire Emblem, don't fret. The story is going to be taking place in an original setting that is in no way related to any of the stories told from the game series. However, series mainstays such as the races (Beorc, which is just a basic human and the Laguz, a persecuted race of bestial people who can transform into animals ) and classes (ranging from basic swordsman to mages) will remain. The plot is about a small band of fighters forming together to combat a terrorist-like group, only to discover that there is an even deeper connection to this nefarious group, one that can threaten the whole nation...
So yeah, very basic and naked and such but the OOC is going to expand on everything. Hope to see you all join! : D
If you're unfamiliar with Fire Emblem, don't fret. The story is going to be taking place in an original setting that is in no way related to any of the stories told from the game series. However, series mainstays such as the races (Beorc, which is just a basic human and the Laguz, a persecuted race of bestial people who can transform into animals ) and classes (ranging from basic swordsman to mages) will remain. The plot is about a small band of fighters forming together to combat a terrorist-like group, only to discover that there is an even deeper connection to this nefarious group, one that can threaten the whole nation...
So yeah, very basic and naked and such but the OOC is going to expand on everything. Hope to see you all join! : D
You know it Soul. Also, thanks for mentioning that I'm the co-gm...
asshole
asshole
Um...I uh, resemble Solace's remark.
Jon sat cross-legged against the wall of his cell, a permanent scowl imprinted on his face. It was the second week of his detainment, and he could already feel himself slipping away. Time seemed to trudge at a snails pace, food came at too long of intervals to be considered "healthy," and Jon felt completely and utterly grotty in the murky garb given to him.
No regrets, Jon, the rebellious young man thought to himself. Someone had to take the fall. Needs of the many and all that jazz.... Jon perked his head up as the doors of his cell sprung open, and he grimaced as he noticed two guards approaching him.
"My my, what brings the pigs from their sty?" Jon said with a cheeky smirk, his voice hoarse from dehydration. The guards paid no mind to Jon's words; Jon had more than once heckled the guards, and the beatings that the guards usually gave afterwords gave them no reason to be afraid of this weak peasant of a boy. Stoically, the guards took Jon by his arms and forced him to his feet.
"I wouldn't be smiling, Hanson," one of the guards murmured as Jon was led out of his cell and down a hallway. "Where you're goin', I think you'll finally learn to mind your manners."
"Oh? Where would that be?"
"Hell, Hanson." The second guard chuckled and tsk'd at the pathetic little man that was Jon. Jon had paid no mind to their insults, hell even before he was detained the guards would pass him the occasional jab or kick to the side. Along with everyone else in the commons...I hope the people rise up and burn these suckers.
"Any place is better than here with you filth," Jon replied as the guards pushed him forward with more force. "I'd ask if you were proud of me for moving on, that is, until I remembered that you pieces of trash have no pride..."
The butt end of a guard's rifle met Jon's nose, and the prisoner collapsed to the ground. Jon's world was fading, his vision now blurred and his hearing was muffled. He could hear the distorted voices of the guards as they picked him up, no doubt saying something cheeky to add insult to injury. But there was also something else in the background. He couldn't make out everything that was being broadcasted, be he swore he could of heard the uttering of the word "Earth..."
If these assholes are going to execute me, they better do it quickly, Jon tried to utter his thoughts into words, but the force of the blow along with his already weakened state made it impossible to shake himself out of his dazed trance. Jon blanked, but awoke and found himself being thrown into a shuttle's seat. What the hell is going on?
Jon brought his hands up to his nose, feeling a sharp pain and noticing blood on his fingers. Broken... Jon looked around the shuttle and saw what appeared to be dozens of his fellow prisoners also being forcefully strapped into seats. To add salt to the wound, situated right next to Jon was...
"Damn You!"
Cleon? Oh brother... Jon slumped over, letting the blood drip from his nose. Wherever we're going, this is going to be one hell of a trip...
No regrets, Jon, the rebellious young man thought to himself. Someone had to take the fall. Needs of the many and all that jazz.... Jon perked his head up as the doors of his cell sprung open, and he grimaced as he noticed two guards approaching him.
"My my, what brings the pigs from their sty?" Jon said with a cheeky smirk, his voice hoarse from dehydration. The guards paid no mind to Jon's words; Jon had more than once heckled the guards, and the beatings that the guards usually gave afterwords gave them no reason to be afraid of this weak peasant of a boy. Stoically, the guards took Jon by his arms and forced him to his feet.
"I wouldn't be smiling, Hanson," one of the guards murmured as Jon was led out of his cell and down a hallway. "Where you're goin', I think you'll finally learn to mind your manners."
"Oh? Where would that be?"
"Hell, Hanson." The second guard chuckled and tsk'd at the pathetic little man that was Jon. Jon had paid no mind to their insults, hell even before he was detained the guards would pass him the occasional jab or kick to the side. Along with everyone else in the commons...I hope the people rise up and burn these suckers.
"Any place is better than here with you filth," Jon replied as the guards pushed him forward with more force. "I'd ask if you were proud of me for moving on, that is, until I remembered that you pieces of trash have no pride..."
The butt end of a guard's rifle met Jon's nose, and the prisoner collapsed to the ground. Jon's world was fading, his vision now blurred and his hearing was muffled. He could hear the distorted voices of the guards as they picked him up, no doubt saying something cheeky to add insult to injury. But there was also something else in the background. He couldn't make out everything that was being broadcasted, be he swore he could of heard the uttering of the word "Earth..."
If these assholes are going to execute me, they better do it quickly, Jon tried to utter his thoughts into words, but the force of the blow along with his already weakened state made it impossible to shake himself out of his dazed trance. Jon blanked, but awoke and found himself being thrown into a shuttle's seat. What the hell is going on?
Jon brought his hands up to his nose, feeling a sharp pain and noticing blood on his fingers. Broken... Jon looked around the shuttle and saw what appeared to be dozens of his fellow prisoners also being forcefully strapped into seats. To add salt to the wound, situated right next to Jon was...
"Damn You!"
Cleon? Oh brother... Jon slumped over, letting the blood drip from his nose. Wherever we're going, this is going to be one hell of a trip...
Also, I guess I accept Solace's request to be affiliated with my character, you hack-fraud.
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