Marlowe

An Original FF RP, anyone?

I'd prefer if you just focus on one thing and stay away from shortlists. Kind of like jobs, but not actually, you know.

As for the level of magic, I'm not extremely sure about it, but I do know that I plan on having Imperials having more units who have more potential with magic than the typical people you see in the Undercity. For tech, I'd say that the impoverished slums have semi-modern/modern tech while the more well off parts have more futuristic machinations.

An Original FF RP, anyone?

I don't plan on having everyone start off as uber strong. I'm not really focused on having people dictate their abilities either, as this isn't going to rely on in-game mechs but instead on common sense and decency. As with classes and jobs, what do you mean? I don't want white mages to use guns on the side or for a sword user to be using extremely powerful magic on the off-hand.

An Original FF RP, anyone?

Awesome!

An Original FF RP, anyone?

@Tate It shouldn't, especially since this is original setting

An Original FF RP, anyone?

We've lived under their heels for generations. Those in the Undercity spend their days struggling to survive and remaining ever-passive under the watchful gaze of the Imperials. The few that dare step out of line are gunned down on backwater streets and alleys, and others-- if they're "lucky" enough -- are recruited into the Imperial forces to serve the Exalted. There, in the so-called gold-pathed streets of Eros, they may have a chance of a new life.

This is the story of us-- a merc group called ARIES. Most of the time, we take on menial tasks, such as purging the rabid beasts beyond the safe walls of Eros. We call ourselves an organization, but we're more-so a family-- one with dreams, aspirations, and ambitions. We have each other to lean on when times get tough, but recently, times have been getting too tough. The world is changing, and not for the best; food is running scarce and disease is running rampant. And yet, with all of our distaste for the Imperials, they have extended a hand out toward us. They say they have an offer we can't refuse. They have chosen ARIES as the next handful to join them, and in exchange, we shall live a life of comfort and free of pain. It seems like our prayers have been answered... or have they?

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1) First and foremost, do not ghost. If you need to step away from the roleplay for one reason or another, let us know.

2) You must be active both in the IC and OOC. I enjoy banter with my roleplayers, along with plotting ships, silly escapades, and so forth. I don't like it when people are silent; if they are, I get the sense that they either don't care about the roleplay or aren't having fun. Posting frequencies should also be once to twice a week.

3) I prefer high-quality roleplayers with high-quality characters. I'm not asking for novels for posts or wonderful literary prowess, though I don't want to have an aneurysm when I read your replies. Please, take your time in crafting good characters and decent posts.

4) I would appreciate it if you discussed characters as you craft them. Each character must have a certain combative theme around them, similar to jobs. For instance, you can't have an extreme amount of prowess with lances, guns, and swords all at the same time.

5) You may only begin with one character. These characters must also be part of ARIES and have known each other for a few years.

6) Characters are expected to be around eighteen to twenty five years old.

7) We will only be RPing as humans. No elves, etc.

8) Most importantly, have fun! I prefer if my fellow roleplayers were having an equal amount of fun all across the board. If you're bored or want to move on, please let us know. Communication is key.

Lostman Graffiti

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Damn it, in the haze of heat and confusion, she'd forgot about the mess on the floor. Hiroyuki's words hurt her, but Sayuri knew he really didn't mean it. Even if he did, it made sense for him to get upset. He did ask for her to clean it up, and by now the greasy sheen had probably been partially stuck to the floor. A sigh left her lips as she reached for a damp towel and some water and soap, bending down on the floor as she scrubbed the yolk away. After spending a couple of minutes on her knees, she got up and tossed the towel into the sink. She picked up her bowl of rice and egg, walking over to Hiroyuki and standing in front of him for a moment, thinking about his question.

"I'm not sure. They were all gone by the time I woke up," she answered him. She gingerly picked at some of the rice in the bowl, making sure that it was moistened by the creamy egg whites. "How did you sleep, Hiro? I don't think the night was that hot, so it was pretty comfortable."

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Her eyes remained staring out of the window, her mind blank except for the atrocity that she had just witnessed. And yet, no matter how long she stared, she found that the image that had permeated her mind was slowly fading away. Sayuri's terror morphed into a befuddlement of confusion, so much so that she hardly noticed Hiroyuki's breath on her ear and his touch on her body. His proclamation for food, along with his chiding, brought her back to reality. Hungry. Food. Hand... she had to write it down. She had to write what that thing was down, or else, for one reason or another, she might forget. When Hiroyuki wandered off to the washroom, she fumbled for a scrap of paper from a notepad nearby. After quickly finding a pen, she hastily scribbled a short phrase down.

Flying hand squashed building.

How else could she describe it?

The frazzled girl tucked the paper into the pockets of her pajama pants and returned to her task at hand. Rice was all done cooking... by the time Sayuri she served the rice and cooked the eggs, the memory of the wretched hand was far out of her mind, leaving behind the same sense of lingering confusing. Her body felt drained, tired even. What happened? She woke up so energetic a couple of minutes ago. A sigh left her lips as she cracked an egg over each of the bowls of the white rice. The smell of a warm meal wafted about, stirring her stomach from its slumber.

"Hiro, hurry up! The food's getting cold!" Sayuri called as gently as she could as she began to brew some tea. A little pick-me-up could do them some good.

Intertwined | Pokemon

INTERACTING WITH: Everyone present.

Slowly, people started to filter to their pre-set meeting area. First, it was Dante, who had told her that this was the only time he would come in second to her. Cho couldn't help but tip her head and let out a sharp snort. Ah, Dante. He was the one of the only ones that would prove a threat to her goal, at least, for now. He had a fire in his heart, especially with what had happened to his little brother. In a way, she felt kind of bad for being an obstacle in his very noble goal, but... she'd be letting herself down if she just stepped to the side. Next was Barry, then Judas and his Trapinch. Sam even showed up with a his Natu, who freaked out for some reason in their presence. Well, that's motivating, she thought with a crooked, albeit strained grin.

Kite, on the other hand, was quite bewildered by the show. The Taillow let out a squawk as he was attempted to be poked by a sharp claw, fluttering his wings as he flew over to perch on her shoulder. As the last people started to filter in, Ezekiel showed up in all of his suaveness as he winked at her. Kite was always befuddled by this, his feathers puffing up as he shook his tail. Before Cho could even utter so much as a reply, however, the same man darted off onto the route in a vicious blaze of glory, almost kicking up dust as he ran. Cho looked after him, an expression of surprise on her features, before yet another person showed-- this time, this one bore familiar red hair. "Flynn," Cho was one of the people who remembered them, reaching out to pat them on the shoulder. "Nice to see ya! You're more than welcome to come with. We were waiting for Kenny, but I guess he'll catch up. Now, let's head on over to Cherrygrove!"

And with that, she was off. Cho chased after Ezekiel, Kite tailing right behind her as she waved her hands up in the air. "Haha, Kiel-- I'll beat you there! And last one there's a rotten egg!

Lostman Graffiti

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_{June 14th, 2025
Central District}

It was quite the lazy day.

Having had nothing urgent to do, Sayuri woke up at a rather late hour; because she had already stayed on top of her studies and responsibilities, she was one of the few people who actually had a decent amount of free time during the weekend. The girl uncurled herself from beneath the bedsheets, feeling the warm body of another pressed against her. Hiroyuki had ended up sleeping late, as well. She supposed that was a good thing. He was probably the only one that worked harder than she did. She saw that he was still peacefully dozing away, ad she knew it was a bad idea to wake him. He'd wake up when he want to, of course. He was a big boy. Yawning, she peeled off the sheets and slipped out of the bedroom as she ran her hand through her messy brown hair and wandered into their share-house's kitchen.

The sunlight poured through a singular window, the beam warming up the already countertops as they began to swelter under the heat. Sayuri decided it was best not to make something overly complicated for an afternoon wake-up meal, and so she pulled out a couple of eggs and put some rice to cook. With a graceful movement, she turned on the radio. The soft buzz of music spiraled forth from the small, rusted speakers, filling the kitchen with a delightful tune. A light smile crossed her face. It was a lazy afternoon, yeah, but that didn't mean she couldn't do something special. Maybe she could pass by the wharfs, even though they were definitely crowded at this time. She could even bring a book to read despite the crowd.

In the distance, something caught her eye. It was neither bird nor plane nor heavy, dense summer thunderstorm cloud. Sayuri's expression became pallid. No, this was something much different, she noticed as it hovered over a distant office building. It hovered lower and lower until the office building disappeared below its massive palm. No one screamed. No one ran. That was what she wanted to do, scream, run for help. And yet... she remained frozen in place, gazing out of the window at the space where the office building used to be. The egg fell out of her hand and splattered to the floor. The happy buzz from the radio station became white noise. The kitchen suddenly became cold, or was she just trembling just to tremble? Sayuri didn't know. But she wanted to understand.

Lostman Graffiti

Birdgirl

Description: Sayuri is twenty-one years old and of average height-- about 5'4 or 5'5. She's not necessarily thin, but neither is she chubby; she bears some extra fat on her hips and thighs, though it isn't noticeable unless you were to see her undressed. Sayuri prefers to wear long-sleeved shirts no matter the season, along with skirts that drift past her thighs. Overall, she doesn't seem to be comfortable enough to ear exposing clothing, and when asked, she says that they make her feel "slutty". Quite shy and reserved, she doesn't seem to like to talk much or draw much attention to herself. Despite this, she's a hopeless romantic and overbearing dreamer. Many aspirations overtake her, though she doesn't seem motivated enough to carry them out. Little do people know, she's an avid lover of birds.