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I have been itching to get back into role playing, and honestly, this idea of a whole town getting transported into another world really jives with me.

Along with suggesting potential religions, cultures, histories, etc. for areas in Braspian, are we allowed to propose different types of flora and fauna as well?
I humbly request to adopt the username of Sheepy.
In Ardor 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
[Roy]

Roy gazes in awe as the blue sprite bursts into a handful of snowflakes. As they spiral to the ground he attempts to catch a couple. At the same time as he makes contact the with crystalline structures, a slight chill manifests somewhere deep inside of him, filling a hole he never knew he had. He suddenly felt… whole. Bringing his hands to his chest, he closed his eyes, embracing the cool, but wholesome feeling. As his attention dwells on the sprite within him, a tutorial of sorts plays out in his mind outlining the extent of the possible options the Soul Tech provided. Thoroughly intrigued by this newfound power, Roy pays only a moment’s acknowledgment to the fact that one of his friends had just experienced a direct explosion due to a faulty Soul Tech. Surely someone would head over to make sure Damon was okay.

Focusing on the blue sprite, Roy experimented with beckoning it out. He imagined it materializing in the palm of his outstretched hand. Within in seconds, his will was granted. A faint blue light, about 1 inch in diameter, manifested itself into the palm of Roy’s right hand. It looked so petite and fragile. He had the urge to crush it in his hands as he would with a snowball. His better judgment advised him otherwise. Instead, Roy gently closed his hand around the blue pixie, and was surprised it was actually tangible and quite cool to the touch. An amused expression crosses his face. Roy imagines the blue sprite flying upwards, slowly lifting his body off the ground. The command is relayed without fail. The blue pixie fidgets under Roy’s hand, attempting to rise high into the sky. However, it failed to escape Roy’s grasp. Realizing that his plan was impossible for the small creature, Roy terminated the command in order to test the remaining limitations of the Soul Tech.

Next up, Roy ordered the small sprite to fly as far as it possibly could go. The sprite stopped but 5 feet away from Roy, unable and unwilling to go further. Slightly disappointed by the short range, Roy decided to close the distance between him and the test dummies in order for the sprite to also move closer to them. He was eager to test out the extent of the Soul Tech’s abilities to produce precipitation. Aiming for the nearest test dummy, he commands the sprite to spew rain followed by snow, sleet, and then hail. The precipitation came out as a stream, slamming into the test dummy. Roy then imagined all four forms spewing from the pixie at once. I jumbled mess of different forms of water slammed into the testing dummy, spilling onto the floor and splattering adjacent test dummies. Intrigued and disgusted, Roy imagine separating the precipitation and aiming them each in different directions, rain heading straight up, snow heading straight down, sleet spewing from the right of the pixie, and hail spewing from the left. Admittedly, the string of commands seemed better in his head than it did in reality. The small pixie looked like a real piece of modern art. The only thing that could make this better, would be if the pixie was spinning. Roy commanding the pixie to start rotating. Immediately the pixie turned into a sphere watery doom. Throwing precipitation left and right, Roy had to take cover as he had failed to calculate that the precipitation would hit him too at this close of a range. Ordering the pixie to cease the streams of precipitation, Roy decided to dissipate the pixie’s existence and attempt to control the manifestation of precipitation himself. Imagining the formation of hail from the palm of his outstretched hand, he willed the hail to impale the testing dummy. Nothing happened. Disheartened, Roy summoned the pixie.

Satisfied with his experimentation for the time being, Roy turns his attention to the girls and observes the fruits of their labor.
In Ardor 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
[Roy]

Assisting a treasure-hunter that wished to avoid Kylertown’s upper authority with friends was the last possible errand Roy had expected to make up the day's events, but it was something that he could clear his otherwise lackluster schedule for. The idea had been novel at first, especially the way Celine had put it. “Fortune and riches” were three keywords Roy could not easily pass up on. It meant having something to potentially trade with for more food, water, and maybe even Soul Tech and Soul Gems. The thought filled him with a momentary lapse of giddy excitement and hope. However, from the moment the laboratory’s vault-like doors swung open, the gravity of the situation slowly began to sink in. He was outside the village now, and that meant any number of things could happen to them. Silently kicking himself for never pulling aside the adults in his life and asking more questions about the world outside their small village, Roy anxiously followed the group and their brilliant yellow tour guide/roomba. Maybe the information could have helped him comprehend at least some bits and pieces of what the small, kind of cute machine was rambling on about. As the toured continued on, it became clear, for better or worse, that the facility was devoid of the scientists that used to operate within the lab… and was exceptionally clean.

“I’ll have to get a roomba like this for mom one day… maybe one that's not as vibrant, though,” murmured Roy to himself in before the set of doors at the end of the hallway opened up to the trophy room. As the disc and company entered the vast room, it became apparent the well lit pedestals held the “treasure” they were looking for.

“If you’d like to personally test out our newest advances, please choose a sample. There are more than enough for you all, so please, only one per person. Once you’ve all decided on what you’d like, I’ll lower the glass. Lightly touch the sample with your hand, and our technology will do the rest!”

The news was too good to be true. One per person without any hassle was an exceptional deal. There had to be some kind of catch, though. In this day and age, there was always a catch, right? Roy spun around in an attempt to catch sight of any irregularities, anything out of the ordinary. However, everything seemed out of the ordinary and yet not at the same time. Roy swiftly terminated the futile action and joined his teammates in analyzing the items sitting pretty on their respective pedestals. His gazed settled on the blue sprite floating listlessly in space. As his feet autonomously carried him towards the mesmerizing enigma, Roy felt a sort of air of drifting crispness about it. His hand extended towards the glass.

“This one,” was all he could manage as his attention was solely fixated on the movements of the blue pixie.
In Ardor 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name: Roy Marx

Gender: Male

Age: 20

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Motivation: A change of pace. To search for more doggos 🐕
-Sonagi, Yuko, & Mahiro-

“Mooooooossshhhhiiii-chan~,” a sing-song voice called from outside Mahiro’s front door. “We’re going to be sooo late because of you~ Right, Yuko?”

A silent response must have been made as the first, more vibrant girl continued, “Yuko agrees, so hurry up and come on out here. There is nothing to be afraid of or embarrassed about. I’m sure there will be t-o-ns of other guys there. You are supposed to be a man! And...now that I think about it…you were supposed to be the one coming to get us! You lazy bum, get out here!”

Seeing as there was no immediate response from the occupant residing within the dwelling, the spirited girl turned to banging on the poor, wooden door noisily. THUD! THUD! THUD! Her poundings only grew stronger and louder with each round until finally the door swung wide open.

“Sheesh Sonagi, don’t you have any common decenc- OW! Sto-stop it! You’re not hitting the door anymore, you are hitting my face!” yelped the tall, 5 foot 4 inches male that answered the door. Blocking the descending fist with one hand and covering his injured face with the other, the light-brown haired, young man groaned in pain. The spirited, young lass, Sonagi, slowly retracted her fist and her lively smile dropped from her face, replaced by one filled with regret.

“Geez, Sonagi, as usual you always go too far. I heard you the first time. Were you trying to wake up the whole neighborhood? That’ll be, what, the 10th noise complaint this week?” the boy huffed as he still held his face. However, his questions were met with silence, which was unusual. Sighing, the injured, young male, Mahiro, or Moshi, looked up. “Sonagi, you know I didn’t mean it like tha-” Upon glancing up, he was met with Sonagi’s tear-filled gaze.

“You JERK! You always blame everything on me, but we have been friends for 14 years now, and I am always the one that has to come over and pick you up. It should be the other way around. I know I am loud and obnoxious a lot of the time, so I don’t need to hear it from you too. Whatever, if you don’t want me to come over to your house anymore to keep you in check, then fine, I won’t. Hope you are happy being late. Come on Yuko. We are already late as is because of him,” Sonagi bawled as she fought to restrain her tears. Motioning for Yuko to come, Sonagi marched off down the street and her sister, Yuko, followed quickly behind. The silent girl shot one last sympathetic look over her shoulder before following her emotional sister.

“Was that the Shiji boy again?”

“Such a heartbreaker.”

“He really needs to find better women...and friends...He always gets the loud ones.”

“I might not send in the complaint this time, though. It seems he is facing some rough times as is...especially with that scene right there.”

“Eek, I think he hears us. He’s looking this way.”

“Shhh, I’ll talk to you later.”

Mahiro sighed exasperatedly as he walked back inside. The neighbors were talking again. This was not turning out to be a good morning. Nevertheless, Sonagi was right, Mahiro was running late, as usual. He had signed up and gone through the tiresome process in becoming a “Magical Girl”, even though he was a guy, just because his friends insisted on him joining them. Honestly, he didn’t see the point in becoming a “Magical Girl”. “Magical Girls” gain no benefits, not like those shown in some of the more popular animes and mangas. Life is not a fairytale. “Magical Girls” are practically glorified volunteers, except just a little better as they get paid a measly sum and are equipped with magical powers that may or may not be useful at all.

Either way, Mahiro was officially registered, and today was the first day on the job, or something like that. Leaving his house five minutes after the whole morning event, Mahiro shoved his hands in his pant pockets and walked sullenly towards the Tokyo Magical Girl department office.

-Hino-

The short, barely 4 foot 11 inches, redheaded, young girl with two long braids trailing down her back sauntered down the street without a care in the world. Humming to herself as she half-skipped, half-walked towards her destination, Hino casually glanced at her watch. Oi, was she late! However, the girl was completely unfazed by this fact and continued to skip nonchalantly. She knew she was going to be late from the moment that she had woken up to find her previously-dutiful alarm clock burnt to a crisp. Yeah, she was going to need to purchase a new alarm clock on her way home from this important meeting. Hopefully she would be able to find a flame-retardant one.

As Hino approached her destination, she noticed two girls, both with an oddly bright shade of pink hair, standing to the side of the building that she was heading towards. One of the girls was sobbing as the other pink-haired girl silently comforted her. Hino cautiously approached the two girls.

“Excuse me, miss...and other miss. Is everything okay? I, a new heroine of justice, could not help but notice that you were crying. Is there anything that I can do to help? Beat up a bad guy? Put on a little show?” Hino asked in a polite manner.

The pink-haired girl sniffled and shook her head no while her friend remained silent. “Th-thanks for the offer, but I’m fine, really. There is just...this jerk...who…”

“Jerk?! Where?! I’ll go beat him up! Teach him the pain as a result of making a girl cry!” a strong look of conviction crossed Hino’s face as she proclaimed her statement with valor.

“N-no! Wait! Please, don’t. He’s actually a really nice guy, and he is our childhood friend. He’s just...a jerk by nature...but really, he is a good guy. He even joined the Magical Girl department with us…” the crying girl babbled through choked breaths.

“Eh? You guys are Magical Girls, too? No way! Nice to meet you both! What division are you two in?” Hino interjected excitedly, grabbing both of their hands and shaking them violently, completely bypassing the fact that the girl was still glum.

“We...we’re part of the new, 4th Department...today is our first day...meeting….”

“Same here! I’m Hino, Hino Takibi! Come on, we are sooo late!” Hino shouted enthusiastically. Still holding on to both of the girls’ hands, Hino dragged the reluctant two into the department office building. Releasing Yuko’s hand, Hino procured her license and waved it at the receptionist, who directed the girls towards their new destination.

“4th door on the right, ladies,” he called from his spot behind the counter, not even bothering to look up from his pile of registration and licensing paperwork.

The little redhead smiled gleefully as she pulled the sniffling girl along, Yuko trailing close behind. Upon opening the 4th door to the right of the hallway, Hino announced her presence boisterously to the two already waiting inside. “Hello, everyone. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, so I hope we can get along!”

Sonagi, relieved that Hino had finally released her hand to make that unnecessary announcement, quietly shuffled into the room with her sister. The two moved to one of the back corners of the room while Sonagi tried to hide that fact that she had been crying about a minute earlier.
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Awesome! Then, I'll edit my post under the Character tab with my additional characters :D
Is there any limit to how many characters we can have?
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I know you said that it was optional, but if we decide to make a character app, do you want it to be posted under the OOC tab or Characters tab?
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