Lucky

A Final Fantasy Roleplay Set In an Original World!

I've played a few FF games (and the MMO to a degree) so I am familiar with several of the base classes.

It's just the last preliminary rule literally says 'hey please wait on the lore.' *shrug*

@Mistress Dizzy

Tbf, it says to ask questions before settling and in my post said "akin to so-and-so" in terms of what all I'm interested in. I haven't settled on anything myself, just announcing where my interest lies for character concepts. I interpreted it to be okay for us to discuss these things so we can align ourselves together and avoid the potential "Oops, All Dragoons!" I don't presume that everything will be a 1:1 translation.

So that being said, I'm happy to play a backline magical support with perhaps some religious affiliation. As a support, I don't mean to be a pocket healer but a summoner/buffer/debuffer. If we need something more martial, I'd be happy to be a physical striker like firearms (if they exist) or bow and arrow. We have options.

A Final Fantasy Roleplay Set In an Original World!

What Psyker said. I've played a few FF games and most of the classes are pretty consistent across the series in name and function.

A Final Fantasy Roleplay Set In an Original World!

I've been waiting for a decent FF RP to come along, and I almost missed this one. You have my tentative interest. Can't wait to see what more you have to share!

A Final Fantasy Roleplay Set In an Original World!

Ooh, hello! Just saw this! Big fan of Final Fantasy!! I see some people have already mentioned black mage, rogue-ish, white mage, dragoon, monk...

While my favorite class in FF series is the Thief, I'd be happy to build something akin to Summoner, Machinist, Samurai, Dancer, or Ninja. Not all of them, of course, but it is in order of what I would like to play. Love Summoners, even if we have to start small or do unnamed/non-canon creatures (like having elemental companions rather than Bahamut himself).

Lucky's Charmers

Giuseppe Inkego

Giuseppe Inkego

Giuseppe Inkego

'Sips'

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Core Details

Name: Giuseppe 'Sips' Inkego
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species: Cynocephalus (Caniche Variant)

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Who are you?

While the science behind the creation of the Cynocephalus would offer as many variants as there are dog breeds, the truth of the matter is that few have been both viable and sustainable. The more common breeds such as the Golden Retriever, German Shepherd, or Great Dane (just to name a few) have a much higher likelihood to take to the hybrid process and be able to reproduce cross-species (likely thanks to their higher rates of bonding to humans) when compared to the likes of Pitbulls, Malamutes, or the Shiba Inu. As exceptions exist, and the spectrum broad, the likeness of the Poodle can be found. Like humans, however, their demeanor can vary anywhere between best friend and worst enemy.

Giuseppe's coat is a classic white and silver, his head of curly hair often frazzled thanks to his laissez-faire nature as the rest of his short-furred hide is passably clean. Standing at 5'5", the dog-man often forgoes any type of functional garb in favor of free movement, though he will don a frayed [formerly] designer jumpsuit when pressed for wear. Topping his snout are a pair of goggles, picked up from his favorite outdoor goods warehouse; he happens to own several pairs of varying colors, depending on his mood or mission. He isn't noticeably athletic, in fact a paunch is forming from a lifetime of calorie consumption that far outweighs his daily activity. He'll readily give you a smile and happens to love physical contact, even with the prickliest of thorns and coldest of plastisteel.

Thanks to his OptiFax implants (usually hidden behind a set of aforementioned goggles), Giuseppe easily stands out from an unmodified organic as they barely resemble eyeballs at all; what seems to be hazy smoke of neon purple and pink swirling like a vat of unicorn caramel is actually a detection system built for those of his ilk, to be expanded upon later. These are the only known implants or other permanent modifications within Giuseppe's body. He is known for painting his nails and occasionally snout if he is feeling especially froggy.

When he isn't doing fieldwork with the crew, Sips can be found taking advantage of his favorite recreationally celestial substance: Aura. Without the influence, the fellow is laid back and prone to sleep. In minute doses, he is pleasant and soft, regarding the day as his to be seized and full of productive optimism. When under duress, his rule for moderation is temporarily voided to allow an aggressive, hyper-intuitive mage to do what he does best: harness and enhance the chaos.

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What do you bring to the table?

Sips' greatest contribution is his uncanny ability to locate and control or destroy traces of Aura, both artificial and natural. As long as he has a supply of his own Aura, he can manage feats of varying magical substance, though his expertise lies in the ability to siphon from others. When the possibility of another tricked-out wizard is greater than 10%, Sips is brought along to disable the magical threat. Beyond being an Aura vampire, whatever he conjures up himself is sometimes beyond his immediate control.

On a physical level, Giuseppe is average. He has some experience hiding and making use of the environment, using brain over brawn, though his compatibility with excessive influence is all he finds to be necessary to get the job done.

Aboard the Guernica, the poodle has a wide array of low-skill tasks he will do comfortably (such as cleaning or loading batteries) and efficiently. His favorite duty takes place in the canteen, cooking up harsh cuisines that can satiate the palate of his eclectic crew. He oft ponders the day he may dock at a luxury shop and afford the loftiest ingredients. For now, he will make do with the beerslugs and back-alley gastrospices.

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What's your problem?

"The lap of luxury can be hard for a dog. No, really! Imagine you're curled up in your favorite bed, designated beside your master's bed because the two of you can't even comprehend sleeping separately, when one morning you wake up in a cryo-terminal at your detestable vet! But not just the regular vet that visits your topiary garden and gives you healthy snacks, oh no. Of course not. We're talking Dr. Ball Stealer herself, enemy to all innocent and naïve canines. According to her, what all one can understand through several inches of plexiglass and supercooled liquid, you're to be immortalized. A companion trophy. A living taxidermy.

"So what is a self-respecting poodle to do? Die, I guess. No opposable thumbs, no way to speak without the master's collar that sometimes said the wrong thing when I barked. Suspended in this container, cool as a cucumber thanks to the gratuitous amount of drugs, it finally hit me. A tube. Straight into my right eye socket. Filling up with copious Aura from a sheared and unfiltered tube, my thoughts spawned combustion, shattering, tremors. As if my very will and panic were made tangible, rocking the lab and busting all manner of creatures free--

"Wait, what was the question again? Ah yeah, my problem. Well, long story short, I turned into this thing. Totally on accident. Messed up a lotta stuff. Aura, man. Not even once." wink

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Life in the crew

The crew before Giuseppe's arrival could have been either the cause of the original accident that led to his greater sapience, or as scavengers to the wreckage. He is very amiable, though his prowess through magical ability is likely recorded and would be perceived as either a threat or tool for the empire. So let's take out the magical mooks, use magic to take out the robots, and have a fancy feast! Wait, that's a cat pun.

See you space samurai... A Space Opera

Fair enough! Looking forward to your selections.

See you space samurai... A Space Opera

Hoookay! I'm back folks, and it looks like the thread has exploded while I've been gone. I think, because there's so many good sheets out here, I'm going to be expanding the group size from 6 to about up to 8- including myself. Something I'm sure I'll come to regret, but hey! what can you do when faced with all this drip? (anyone thinking they'd be a good fit to help me keep all my shit together drop me a PM. Pls.)

So the deadline for sheets wont be for another few days- I'll just say wednesday and call it at that, however there are enough for me to start making handing out some invitations and whatnot.

@vietmyke

Will we be incorporating a Discord server at all?

See you space samurai... A Space Opera

Absolutely loving reading all of the submissions, even if I don't make it through lol. What an eccentric cast.

See you space samurai... A Space Opera

I hope I interpreted magic/Aura/the-sheet-in-general correctly. This was a pretty fun character to write up. I can add more detail if needed, I actually had to stop myself from just going on and on with filler :V

See you space samurai... A Space Opera

Giuseppe Inkego

Giuseppe Inkego

'Sips'

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Core Details

Name: Giuseppe 'Sips' Inkego
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species: Cynocephalus (Caniche Variant)

---

Who are you?

While the science behind the creation of the Cynocephalus would offer as many variants as there are dog breeds, the truth of the matter is that few have been both viable and sustainable. The more common breeds such as the Golden Retriever, German Shepherd, or Great Dane (just to name a few) have a much higher likelihood to take to the hybrid process and be able to reproduce cross-species (likely thanks to their higher rates of bonding to humans) when compared to the likes of Pitbulls, Malamutes, or the Shiba Inu. As exceptions exist, and the spectrum broad, the likeness of the Poodle can be found. Like humans, however, their demeanor can vary anywhere between best friend and worst enemy.

Giuseppe's coat is a classic white and silver, his head of curly hair often frazzled thanks to his laissez-faire nature as the rest of his short-furred hide is passably clean. Standing at 5'5", the dog-man often forgoes any type of functional garb in favor of free movement, though he will don a frayed [formerly] designer jumpsuit when pressed for wear. Topping his snout are a pair of goggles, picked up from his favorite outdoor goods warehouse; he happens to own several pairs of varying colors, depending on his mood or mission. He isn't noticeably athletic, in fact a paunch is forming from a lifetime of calorie consumption that far outweighs his daily activity. He'll readily give you a smile and happens to love physical contact, even with the prickliest of thorns and coldest of plastisteel.

Thanks to his OptiFax implants (usually hidden behind a set of aforementioned goggles), Giuseppe easily stands out from an unmodified organic as they barely resemble eyeballs at all; what seems to be hazy smoke of neon purple and pink swirling like a vat of unicorn caramel is actually a detection system built for those of his ilk, to be expanded upon later. These are the only known implants or other permanent modifications within Giuseppe's body. He is known for painting his nails and occasionally snout if he is feeling especially froggy.

When he isn't doing fieldwork with the crew, Sips can be found taking advantage of his favorite recreationally celestial substance: Aura. Without the influence, the fellow is laid back and prone to sleep. In minute doses, he is pleasant and soft, regarding the day as his to be seized and full of productive optimism. When under duress, his rule for moderation is temporarily voided to allow an aggressive, hyper-intuitive mage to do what he does best: harness and enhance the chaos.

---

What do you bring to the table?

Sips' greatest contribution is his uncanny ability to locate and control or destroy traces of Aura, both artificial and natural. As long as he has a supply of his own Aura, he can manage feats of varying magical substance, though his expertise lies in the ability to siphon from others. When the possibility of another tricked-out wizard is greater than 10%, Sips is brought along to disable the magical threat. Beyond being an Aura vampire, whatever he conjures up himself is sometimes beyond his immediate control.

On a physical level, Giuseppe is average. He has some experience hiding and making use of the environment, using brain over brawn, though his compatibility with excessive influence is all he finds to be necessary to get the job done.

Aboard the Guernica, the poodle has a wide array of low-skill tasks he will do comfortably (such as cleaning or loading batteries) and efficiently. His favorite duty takes place in the canteen, cooking up harsh cuisines that can satiate the palate of his eclectic crew. He oft ponders the day he may dock at a luxury shop and afford the loftiest ingredients. For now, he will make do with the beerslugs and back-alley gastrospices.

---

What's your problem?

"The lap of luxury can be hard for a dog. No, really! Imagine you're curled up in your favorite bed, designated beside your master's bed because the two of you can't even comprehend sleeping separately, when one morning you wake up in a cryo-terminal at your detestable vet! But not just the regular vet that visits your topiary garden and gives you healthy snacks, oh no. Of course not. We're talking Dr. Ball Stealer herself, enemy to all innocent and naïve canines. According to her, what all one can understand through several inches of plexiglass and supercooled liquid, you're to be immortalized. A companion trophy. A living taxidermy.

"So what is a self-respecting poodle to do? Die, I guess. No opposable thumbs, no way to speak without the master's collar that sometimes said the wrong thing when I barked. Suspended in this container, cool as a cucumber thanks to the gratuitous amount of drugs, it finally hit me. A tube. Straight into my right eye socket. Filling up with copious Aura from a sheared and unfiltered tube, my thoughts spawned combustion, shattering, tremors. As if my very will and panic were made tangible, rocking the lab and busting all manner of creatures free--

"Wait, what was the question again? Ah yeah, my problem. Well, long story short, I turned into this thing. Totally on accident. Messed up a lotta stuff. Aura, man. Not even once." wink

---

Life in the crew

The crew before Giuseppe's arrival could have been either the cause of the original accident that led to his greater sapience, or as scavengers to the wreckage. He is very amiable, though his prowess through magical ability is likely recorded and would be perceived as either a threat or tool for the empire. So let's take out the magical mooks, use magic to take out the robots, and have a fancy feast! Wait, that's a cat pun.