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You could do Aladdin, the Disney or Arabian Nights version, for an Arabic prince.

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I'd think it best to avoid characters from video games, mate. Doesn't work with the narrative.

There are a lot of princes in folklore you could draw from, any type of prince in particular that you're looking for?

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Does that make sense? Pfft, of course it does!
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I'm lying. I've never watched the show. This is now well out of my realm of expertise. When Vicier gets on, she'll be able to give you an answer. Sorry I'm useless!

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Hey, hey Yoshi. Been awhile.
I actually stumbled upon your thread last night, hadn't seen it prior.
Don't worry about writing samples, I know how you write. As for the character. I would rather your characters be your own take on the character as opposed to the show's. Though, I can't speak for Vicier when it comes to that.

Tesera Mercenary Corp - A sci-fi/fantasy mercenary RP

Excellent. No questions. I could get used to this new girl. If she was a girl. You can never tell these days. Transgenders, hybrid human-whatevers, androgynous humanoids, mimics; Gender is too much of a fucking minefield today. Same with race. Age. Christ, what isn't a minefield? Silence, I suppose. Yes, silence was a good non-minefield topic. I can just enjoy my cigarette and wait for Ralen to-. "What was with you and the other guy back there? Friend feud, or...?" And she found a minefield anyhow. Won-der-ful. Sven removed the coffin nail from between his lips and let out a long slow breath, letting his chest sloly compress until every touch of air and smoke was expelled, leaving him for want of breath and only when he was dying for a taste of air did he indulge himself. "Now..." He exhaled after several moments of silence, his eyes flickering from her to the cigarette, to Ralen, and back again, "She's not exactly wrong in that. You know, typically when I let a newbie ask any question, I hear things like 'What do you do here' or that type of thing. Usually newbies aren't too hard pressed to get into the personal lives of folks they've known for only a few minutes and if I hadn't given you the go ahead to ask away, I'd have told you to get out of my sight."

Sven took another drag and held it for awhile, thinking of what he wanted to say, what would answer her question without giving her ammunition to use against either him or Troike. He frowned slightly, sending a stream of gray smoke from his flared nostrils, holding onto whatever thoughts he had until the smoke had drained from him. "Troike and I have a fundamental, philosophical difference in action, lifestyle, ethics, etc, etc," Sven said with a wave of his hand, sending lingering smoke away from him, only for it to be blown back to him by a floor vent. "Mostly, he doesn't approve of my lifestyle and I think it grates on him that I live the way I do while Orion looks the other way. He also voiced against my being added to the team after my training mission; I had been on something at the time, Cyrogen? Yeah, Cyrogen. Rubbed him the wrong way." Sven didn't bother to go into what Cyrogen was, not bothering to explain to her that it was a backwoods adaptation to the coolant used in cryogenic freezing. If it weren't for the regenerative nature of Sven's body, he would be missing most of his teeth, be mostly blind, and bald, probably would've swallowed his tongue by now. That's what happened to most Cryogen addicts, and an addiction it was. Sven nearly clawed out his own eyes after quitting cold turkey and locking himself inside Mjolnir for a week and a half with a bottle of supplements, and barely enough food and water to make it through the ordeal. That all was part of a story for another day or, preferably, never.

Sven scratched at the back of his neck and looked around his bay, biting his bottom lip, "He might also be under the impression that my talent is wasted on me." Sven shrugged and went back to his cigarette, done with the topic. I can't exactly blame Troike for thinking that. It's the only thing I'd ever agree with him on. He scowled as he remembered that he called Ralen there for a reason and her comment was playing back in his head. "I'd have expected you of all people to know that something like this lacks the... fire power to kill me," Sven groaned as he forced himself to his feet, flicking the cigarette onto the floor before grinding it under his heel, "Anyhow, what I called you here for..." Sven put his back to them and took a moment to find the proper capsule, it opening up at the touch of his fingertips. "I want to drop you once we reach the lower atmosphere and have you do a sweep of the area before the rest of us arrive. This is the dry run and we can't risk tearing apart the ruins so I'll only be dropping you. I've already tested it myself a few weeks back and you should land with nothing more than a few bruises." Sven then stepped back from the capsule, allowing her to get a full view of it. Like the other capsules, it was six feet in height, though it was loaded with the basic necessities to ensure she'd survive the drop, as well as a two-way comm between the capsule and Ichaival.

Sven rapped his knuckles on the capsule next to it, a muted thump echoing back. "These are a variety of bombs, mostly my adaptation of neutron bombs. It's a bit more complicated than that and given that time is short, I'll explain it later, but in a normal situation I'd be dropping these with you to make your drop less conspicuous. From what the newbie says, I don't see any threats too pressing to put off testing any longer." He smirked for the first time since that day, his unusually white teeth visible between his parted lips, "You game?"

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tsubasa said
I just sent you a PM to figure out the changes cx and don't worry you didn't sound rude at all.

Tsubasa, I read over the PMs and I'm going to weigh in. Witches, being in that lore, are traditionally evil. If she's been in a tower, she's going to stay there and not be let free by the witch. The witch wouldn't be in need of keeping her secret or protecting her either. So the way I'd like to see it is either:
1- The witch is keeping her locked away for witch related reasons and Rapunzel is still in the fairy tale world.
Or
2- Rapunzel was sent to Earth when the Dark Queen took power and remains there to this day.

Tesera Mercenary Corp - A sci-fi/fantasy mercenary RP

[typed on my mobile, please excuse typos]

"Ja," Sven barked out from behind the pallet of canisters, poking his head up over it to confirm which rookie had been sent. "Ah, you." Sven said before ducking back behind the canisters. He slid on a glove which was loaded with micro torches at the fingertips, a device that gave him the ability to do miniscule welds in a fraction of the time. "Well, don't just stand there. Come in and debrief me." He paused as his hands glided along the base of one of the canisters, sealing the det-caps, "and don't touch anything. If these went off we'd lose the whole ship."

Sven stood up from behind the bombs, peeling off the glove and tossing it to the side, it landing among a pile of tools. As the girl would explain, he moved throughout the bay, making final adjustments to the Ichaival's auto-pilot. Once he dropped from Ichaival it would return to the cruiser and dock until Sven called it back in via Gungnir. Satisfied with his work, he then took a moment to disable the co-pilot's controls.

"Don't worry about catching the dropship. You and Ralen are riding with me. We're leaving after the dropship and getting their first." Sven dropped down from Ichaival and made his way across the bay, grabbing his jacket and helmet. He kept the helmet tucked under his arm and pulled a cigarette out from his jacket's pocket, popping it into his mouth before using a torch to ignite it. "Any questions?" He said as he made his way over to the dolly sat down by the canisters, taking a long slow drag from his coffin nail.

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Hola amigos, Co-GM here.

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Name:
Sven Dahl
Real Name:
Oðinn
Origin:
Poetic Edda; Völuspá
Age:
21
Occupation:
Mountaineer/hunter
Appearance - Today (Age Twenty-One):

Appearance - Shaman:

Personality Traits:
A natural leader, Sven is serious, bold, and quick to take charge. Being aware of his fate, he fears not what death shall be, but when and as a result has little fear in his heart. No mountain too high, no trench too deep, Sven will take back his rightful place.
Skills:
A master spearman and a skilled survivalist, Sven has spent the past ten years mostly alone and has learned to to be a self sufficient mountain man. He brews his own beer, hunts and cooks his meat, finds his greens, makes remedies from woodland ingredients, builds shelters, and makes his own clothing. From his Glapsviðr/Oðinn side he draws shamanistic powers that occasionally border on necromancy as well as vague foresight brought to him through the sacrifice of one of his eyes.
Biography (Before Earth):
Having left Yggdrasill, Oðinn used his shamanistic power to returned the volva, a seeress, from death to share with him of what has passed and what is to come. Of the past there comes no surprise, though in the future Oðinn learns of what is to come for himself and the others of his kind. A doom where death is most assured. Oðinn denied the words of the volva until he returned to Yggdrasill to find his own killer, the wolf Fenrir, waiting in the company of it's brother and father.
Biography (Life On Earth):
Oðinn arrived to Earth a shadow of his former self, choosing to exile himself not only from his homeland, but from the men of Earth as well. Odin took to living among the mountains where the harsh colds and thick forests reminded him somewhat of home. Here Oðinn chose to stay, waiting for a sign of what to do next.

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Name:
Wilhelm Strauss
Real Name:
Markus Juniper
Origin:
The Juniper Tree
Age:
20
Occupation:
Servant of Maleficent
Appearance - Today (Age Twenty):

Appearance - Raven:

Personality Traits:
Markus is a cautious young man whose life as the servant to Maleficent has made him acutely aware of his own mortality. He looks toward a future where Maleficent is gone, along with the other rulers who share a similar disposition to her, and will aid the movement however he can without losing his head in the process. Markus is still young and impressionable, but his sense of justice is strong and his heart tends to be in the right place.
Skills:
Markus is literate, a rarity among servants, and is becoming more and more learned on the legal, bureaucratic, and political worlds of his home. Markus's ability to transform into a raven has received a good bit of focus from him, his wings strong and able to keep flight for hours on end.
Biography (Before Earth):
Markus left home at a young age after his step mother made a move for his life with a butchers knife, his narrow escape from the attack visible with a long thin deep scar that runs from his right pectoral to the center of his chest. Markus resting that night under a juniper Tree where he passed away during the night, only to awake as a Raven. Months past by and he was adjusting to the life of a raven when he unintentionally returned to the juniper tree and became a young man once more. Marcus spent that day breaking off a part of a branch and whittling it down into a totem which he now wears around his neck. His believes the totem to be the source of his power to turn from man to bird, though he has not attempted to use his power without it. Shortly after he had discovered his ability to turn from man to beast, he encountered Maleficent who was enamored with his ability and took him on as a servant, not entirely of his will.
Biography (Life On Earth):
Markus rarely visits Earth and only does so with very short visits, not wanting to draw attention from those he serves. Here he reaches out to the exiled in hope of rallying the exiled against those that exiled them.

Tesera Mercenary Corp - A sci-fi/fantasy mercenary RP

Updated my CS with an expansion on Sven's race. Excuse any typos; wrote with my mobile.

L.A.D. --- Living Alchemic Drive RP

Sounds good to me, mate.