Migyudon

Chaos Theory

@Migyudon anything south of town-busting in terms of raw power (better far south)

@Blu

Could you explain this more? I don't understand. Actually, may I have examples of the range of effective characters?

An introduction to myself, and reflection regarding my experience as a roleplayer.

Hello everyone.

I'm fairly new to Forum RP's, although I have a vast experience with the RP'ing format in general. I'm currently at my 3rd (maybe 4th) year as an RP'er, and have since GM'd some of them.

I used to just roleplay in Facebook Pages, but I'm planning to move to Forum roleplays due to the selection that is currently here.

A little history on my experience as a roleplayer, for those who are willing to read:

2014: My very first roleplay, called Gangyu University. This is where I learned most of my do's and don't's when it comes to being a proper roleplayer. By far the shittiest most unpleasant one I have. Some of us were new to it, too. We generally just fusterclucked for 10 months until we decided to end it. The setting was 4 rival gangs vying for complete school domination (This was meant to be slice of life. Take note of this category).

We have then since learned to limit the RP to 8 weeks, because generally, plot was difficult to maintain considering how intense we roleplayes. We roleplayed everyday from 7pm to 12am barring Sundays, each reply cycle was 20 minutes. This excluded the 1x1 RP's we did on the side. we got so addicted that our GM's proposed to ban 1x1 RP's from 2 to 5am just so we had a reason to go to sleep

This roleplay ended when a giant satellite laser blew up a nearby school, and a teacher obliterated a building with his bare hands.

2015: Second roleplay is named Gaialdrin. This one was a medieval roleplay with no magic, and still somehow there was a man that turned into a plant and got blown away by the wind. No magic at all. Nope. This is also where I found out that being a GM has it perks... since we discovered that one GM was rigging her roles to always win their duels. That GM never apologized.

2015 pt.2: Garasu no Gakuen. Highschool slice of life rp. Knowing us, we twisted this roleplay out of proportions. Sure there was no magic but there was a Mafia and gang wars. The kicker? it was the highschoolers who were the gang heads.

....sadly I was part of why we had this conundrum. Because I was the one who instigated it.

2016: Grand Clockwork War. The Fate RP that everyone asked for. The best RP we ever had. Everyone was cooperating somewhat. And there's magic this time!! :D This is where I started being a GM, and I enjoyed working with my co-GM's.

Imagine if all the mana in the world got concentrated in a Reality Marble, and the only way to preserve that mana to slowly sustain a decaying world is to hold the grail war over and over and over again. That was our RP. Also, there exists a corrupted form of mana that would obliterate a servant slowly.

2016 pt.2: Tenshi no Teeze. College/ Psychological RP. (For those who are in B.U.M. RP I'm currently in, Abigail is from here) This is where I became the head of story and lore. And I bombed it (badly.) Can't say anything other than "If the GM's aren't working together, nothing will happen" We didnt align ourselves to a common goal and ended up getting scattered with the plot.

This RP focused on attaining the true self. Each night, a student's (host) consciousness is lifted from their bodies to interact with other consciousnesses. These beings are called Alters and are the manifestation of what that persons aims to be. People cried in this RP.

2017: Fall of Eden. Return of the Chuuni RP (Superheroes). Another great story. I was demoted to underling GM, but it was somewhat better and worse for all of us. The same people who were my problem in the last RP remained. They ended up not doing their role and it really fudged the plot.

Your run-off-the-mill superhero RP.

2017 pt.2 (Unofficial): Akuma no Teeze. Ongoing, but is a prequel to Tenshi no Teeze. The guy I said who's twisting the RP out of place is now the head.

Suffice to say, it sucks.

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Skills and Philosophy

I'm adept at doing both Slice of Life and Fantasy roleplays. Although, I enjoy playing as girls more often. (I believe they have more malleability when it comes to character development, which I value a lot.) I can also play boys without much difficulty.

I believe that a good roleplay will develop not only the characters, but the people playing behind them. There's always something to learn from other people-- but most importantly, it's how the thing is said.

Consent is key. Always.

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Writing

I usually post in short bursts of sentences to make a coherent paragraph. I think this helps readers not get overwhelmed with what I type. Wall of texts are scary; Expect 2~5 short sentences from me

However, this also doesn't mean I won't give you details. I am fairly adept at providing all the necessary information to give a feel of my setting and characters, but I won't be detailing every freckle on their butt. If I do, then that means I consider that part about them integral to their character.

My reply cycles can range from 5~ posts a day, to as little as once every 2 days. It will depend on my work.

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Rants.

It irks me to read a highly-detailed explanation of an airplane, just for the heck of it. (Chekhov's gun) Although I still do fall for this, I try to make everything my character does and says relevant to who they are. However, if that airplane is going to be used, I'd rather sit through a detailed and concise explanation rather than a sloppy mish-mash.

Also, I'm not a fan of giving GM's full control on offing a character. I'm still unsure on how to deal with this, as the power may be abused. As I've said: consent is key. I know it may be highly improbable, borderline impossible to survive a bullet to the head, but I believe it is also unfair to say how a character is damaged /and/ tell them they can't play anymore. Once again, I'm unsure on how the etiquette for this goes in Forum RP's.

FONT COLOR

Disclaimer: The above is INTENTIONAL IRONY

Please use colors that are pleasing to the eyes. this is much more pleasant to look at than this; general rule is to look at the font color. If it feels like your eyes are being raked from the sockets, use a nicer color.

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Shortcomings

Despite being here, I actually don't like reading walls of texts. I might reply less often if that's the case

I'm a weeaboo. I use anime face claims as often as I can, and definitely when it's not preferred but allowed.

I tend to reply with short paragraphs, specially when I can't find an angle to inject my character into.

Cookie-cutter characters. I tend to not stray away from the characters that I am comfortable using, specially when I think I'm good at portraying that character already.

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If there's anything more you'd like to know, you can ask freely. I'm not a difficult person to talk to. :)

Chaos Theory

What's your rule on character deaths? I've seen some RP's here that give the GM full control whether a character dies or not.

I'm just afraid of suddenly biting the dust when the horror comes.

Also, how much power can our characters have? I'd hate to make a character too over or underperforming, so I'm requesting a sort-of measureable baseline.

Fate/Crimson Dusk - Great Holy Grail War (PvE Roleplay)

Alright. I can promise you not any less than once every two days, most likely much frequent than that.

How many people will we be? We're going with all classes right?

Fate/Crimson Dusk - Great Holy Grail War (PvE Roleplay)

I'm interested. How long do reply cycles last? This is my main concern since I have a job ;;

I'm fairly versed in the Fate universe, and may have a character already. I'm either going to call Caster or Lancer at this point.

(Closed Forever) I'm bored (MxF, FxF, 18+)

I'm interested in yokai x hunter.

Also, I haven't done any 1x1 rp arrangements in the past so I will need your help regarding this.

I reply fairly moderately, from a few times a day but not less than once every two days (depends on my schedule)

Worm - The Malfesant Throne

I'll hold onto mine for now. Not sure who I'd want to invest my interest on yet :p

Worm - The Malfesant Throne

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Prelude: Work and Play

[Location: Undisclosed Warehouse]
[Time: Some few days before current setting]

'dnk'
'dnk' The slow ring of metal reverberated in the air, followed by the incessant groaning immediately after.

A cold yet soothing voice hissed among the fog. "Where did you hide them~?" The pinkette towered over the seated captive. His body already bled through the steel chair, dripping down and mixing with the gasoline he was drenched with: a modified water torture from earlier. "Oh won't you please say~~~?" It was clear that Mystral enjoyed what she was doing, running a gloved hand from the side of his face; a slender rubber finger coursed downward up to his chest. She poked it to mark where she would hit next.

'dnk!' A rather loud smack this time; she had used the metal pipe in her hands to bluntly bash the guy. He actually coughed blood this time!

"I'm losing my patience here. Talk or else." No more pleasantries. She had an order to interrogate, and interrogate she will.

This was the consequence of her second life. Was it even a consequence at this point? She enjoyed putting people in their place after all. The abilities helped her tremendously. Although she also loved doing things without the help of those she had snaked into betting their powers.

The leaking fixings on the cieling only added to the suspense. Every drip of the tap felt like an hour. How long have they been there? "Last chance, dear." She flicked the Zippo lighter playfully with her idle hand. 'click'

'click' "Do you know how long someone stays alive while they're burning?" She flicked the sparker, letting a small flame dance as she dangled it closer to him. There was just enough gasoline to coat him, but not enough to have the vapor combust as she flicked the lighter.

This move was for intimidation than actual execution.

"Alright! I'll talk. I'll talk! Just.. please no more!" He croaked. Mystral closed the lighter and straddled him. She could smell his stench. Blood sweat and gasoline formed into a sickeningly satisfying brew for the woman.

Mystral wasn't crazy-- just very very very thorough.

Cauldron knew this. She made it perfectly clear that her targets had to deserve her 'special treatment' as much as possible. This man in particular has been trafficking children for money. Her motive was to extract those children to safety-- and cauldron's was to stop this man's rise in power. Where there was money, there was bribery. It was only a matter of time before he had officials in his pocket.

In the end, she was still doing the job. Albeit going lengths to make sure he doesn't--can't do it anymore.

Mystral dug her finger deep into one of his wounds and made a hooking motion as she pulled it out. She coated the man's lips with.. whatever chunk it was that stuck to her finger. "Where were the kids again~? I promise I'll set you free once you tell me. " She couldn't help but squeak with glee.

At this point, any promise of being let go felt like something to cling to. He was humiliated beyond degree. A second of respite felt like mercy.

He gladly smacks the location of the children on the map help up by Mystral. "N--now let me go!" The man groaned and bobbed his head limply. He was breathing much more slowly with labor.

"Free." She corrected as she pocketed the map.

Mystral got off him and stepped away to where her 'tools' were. She reaches for another gas canister, this time graciously sprinkling the liquid all over the man. "I said I'd set you free, darling~"

As a final disrespect, she tosses the empty container at his head 'dnk

ting ting ting' As the canister rolls from the floor, Mystral flips and ignites the lighter "Free from this horrible life you made for yourself~ People like you don't deserve to live~~"

Mystral tosses the lighter onto the puddle, at the same time opening a portal to get out of the general vicinity. It was just a blue haze, the exact size for a woman of her stature to pass through with ease.

Nothing identifiable was left of the man when officers arrived, and even if they tracked who did it, Mystral would be too far to get to. This will most likely be another 'unsolved mystery'

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[Time: Current Day]

Her next calling was towards Boston. She had just gotten word that the next mission was there, 'favors' she would dub them. The go signal would come soon. For now, she would belie and see what little snippets she could gain from her surroundings.

Worm - The Malfesant Throne

@Sickle-cell

I'll probably write a context post to situate myself in Boston then~

Breakfast University Of Magic

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@Rune_Alchemist @Natsu @Deadlyrose9641 @HeroicSociopath

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"Ah? Of course, of course, I always have room for someone with such excellent taste in fashion."

Abi wasn't a stranger to compliments, if anything, the girl was used to hearing them. She smiled at the small gathering and took her seat with mute elegance.

That is, not before Melody offered to lift the jug from her. (Oh no no no!) She almost panicked but had enough reflex to adjust. The sudden weight off her tray had her almost toss her plates and utensils upwards, just by the moment of uneven force. Luckily, no food was flung for this moment-- at least not by Abi. (An ignoreable mistake; she.. didn't mean to.)

"Th--thank you for that, Melody." Abi was lucky to be introduced; it meant the two hadn't met before. Abi doesn't remember names pretty well. If they had met in the past, she wouldn't have known.

"The jug was getting heavy anyway.." Quick to rationalise good intention, she tried to contain the jug situation as if it didn't happen.

She now replies to Viola, who seemed to be a connoisseur for Victorian outfits. "You're only saying that cause we're dressed the same, aren't you?" Ever the straight-talker, she was. "--but if you really mean it, then Thank you. I also like how you mixed your brown ribbons with your black dress." Abi laughed coolly.

The other people on the table followed, no she nods to Luna and Alex. "It's always a pleasure getting to meet other people. My name is Abigail Beckett-- you may have heard of me.

Or not. Either way, let's have a good year together~" Abi took a piece of bread and took a moderate bite, then poured herself a glass of water to wash down the treat. "I took this pitcher for myself, but you're free to have some if you like." Followed by taking the cinnamon roll that Viola offered previously.

She pulled her dainty handkerchief from her pocket: a contrast from her gothic attire. It was laced from all corners, a pink ribbon adorned on one side and embroidered in an equal pink above was A.B.Y., her initials.

Abigail coughed once. twice., as quietly as she could. Her drills would still bounce as her head jerked forward. Something must have caught the back of her throat just then, nothing to worry about.

She looked up after the small fit. "Terribly sorry for that.. you were saying?

My magic..?" Her eyes lit up, remembering Melody's question.

"I'm an Alter Conjurer. Have you heard of us?" Abi liked telling this story. She drank some few gulps to wet her lips. "We make a projection of ourselves, like how you would a familiar-- except that projection is an extension of ourselves. Who we are, what we think of ourselves.

Kind of like an extension of your being." She blinked curiously at the table. "Am I still making sense? I hope you understand the distinction." followed by a modest giggle.

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That was when the brutish-- thing came through the arches of the mess hall. His stride was marked by a low tremor on the ground. His presence was known alright; the entire hall was looking at him.

"My my.. who could this be?" She spoke out loud, hoping for an answer. (I think I'll sit back and let this play out first..)

For now, she wanted to gauge this event. By the looks of it, the brute has all intention to thrash about; Abi didn't want to be anywhere near him when he does so.