Not Fungus

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard [Pt. 2 - Open] ~

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Calmly strolling into the room and gaining warmth foreign to the outside, Richard saluted to his two superiors as he waited for them to finish talking. As Connor listed the names, Richard tried putting faces to them. Unfortunately, he hasn't met any of them, but he knows of one of them. The recently promoted Sokołowšky is just a Corporal he's heard of, so hopefully she's easy to work with.

Richard went outside with Lieutenant Connor and stayed silent like a wooden puppet while listening to him. It wasn't his job to speak up, only to follow orders. There was also no point in responding to his superior's query about the corporal's location as the man himself would likely know better than him. He let himself be dragged by the Darcsen and followed his gait with broad steps. The flurry of snow greeted his clothes and touched his skin with its chilly embrace. Letting the weather inhibit his task in searching for a corporal with his superior would be a disgrace as a soldier, so he ignored it.

He needs to get his assignment still.

@Yam I Am

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard [Pt. 2 - Open] ~

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It was early in the morning, sun beaming down on Richard's hatted head. The tall man was currently making his way toward the ration stations, intent on getting his meal for the day and working as a soldier until natural weaknesses such as stomach pains and exhaustion kicked in. The soft snow crunching beneath his boots served as a minor annoyance as he waded through the white terrain.

Before entering the station, he swiped the snowy debris off his uniform and straightened his cap. Alongside him were his fellow soldiers strolling in for a meal, varying countenances displayed on their faces. Richard took the designated meal: water, meat, and bread. He broke up the bites into the dry meat with short gulps of water before finishing both of them. The blond solder took the loaf of bread with him out of the station into the communication trench that had the closest path to the command trench.

It was a comfortable tunnel with an open space that gave him the feeling that he was doing his job. Finishing the last of his rations, he did a mental check on his gear, recalling if he uncharacteristically forgot anything.

His gun, his trench knife, his grenades. He has them all, which means he's ready for battle this instant. There was no outward shift in his expression and even his muted emotions had next to nothing rippling through them; however, his soldier's will toward war gradually shifted into something that would benefit him on the battlefield.

A breath of air from inside came out as steam once it mixed with the cold air outside Richard's body. His gloved hands could be slowed down by the weather once the wind picks up, so he forced the blood to get flowing in order to perform his future duties to the best of his abilities.

Finally passing through the communication trench, Richard entered the command trench to report for duty and get his assignment.

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard [Pt. 2 - Open] ~

Richard Grumman

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Name
Richard Grumman

Gender
Male

Age
18 Years of Age. DOB: 12/25/1895

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Race
Valois

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Appearance
An imposing man due to wearing a military coat over his uniform combined with his height, Richard stoically carries himself like a machine. His handsome features seem to always be warped by a frown. He never smiles at anything, giving the impression that he carries no love or even enjoys anything at all. Richard's blond hair has been cut just enough that it won't get in his way. Sometimes he can be found smoking a cigarette, which gives him an even more standoffish impression. To top it off, his heterochromia along with his sharp gaze finalizes his antisocial appearance. While he's on a mission, he ditches the coat for greater ease of movement.

Height
6'3/191cm

Personality
Richard's personality barely changes whether he's on or off duty. While he's on the job, he follows orders to the letter, like a machine without any will. He's the embodiment of a soldier. Off duty, he's still the same stoic person, just without any orders telling him what to do. He's the type of person to chastise someone if they're being noisy or causing a disturbance as long as they don't have authority over him. He's an apathetic person who feels a large disconnect from emotions. His emotions may rarely waver in any situation, but as a result, he has a hard time understanding emotional people who act on their hearts rather than their heads. With a lack of any personal drive motivating him to do anything or even a desire for pleasure, Richard is just a person who wants to live a simple life and die a simple death.

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Rank
Private

Role
Rifleman

Equipment
SM-Longfield MK. 3
Two Shrapnel Grenades
Trench Knife

Potentials
Calm and Collected: Richard can keep his cool in all situations no matter the danger. Unflinching in the face of death, the smell of gunpowder and the sight of gore won't make his aim or his goal to fulfill the mission waver. As what's expected of a soldier, he clamps down on any emotions that get in the way of the mission even when he's not on a mission.

Efficient Enough: Richard knows the right amount of effort to give toward a mission. He minimizes the the risks of going above and beyond or below what's needed to accomplish a mission. As a result, his results will tend to not be bad, but not excellent either. Just good enough.

Respectful: To any man or woman, Richard maintains proper decorum as what's expected from a soldier. Those who are above his rank are given proper respect and even those at his rank are given the same decency as long as they aren't causing a ruckus. Common citizens as well are respected by him and even enemy soldiers are respected by him.

Military Mind: Richard hyper-focused his studies on the battlefield and as such, he knows how to deal with many kinds of terrain and situations that he may find himself on the battlefield. He has tested his studies personally to gain experience, which has only strengthened this focus of his. He can't imagine himself as a person that's not a part of the military.

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Biography
The person Richard is now isn't all that different from the boy he was in the past. He was born in the country of Valois in a somewhat large town. A young child with a simple family living in a simple home. His father was an army man and his mother was a baker. Richard would've been a perfectly normal kid if he was born right. He realized there was something wrong with him when his interactions with children around his age when he was six went awry. He could talk with them and understand the conversations just fine, but in terms of connecting with them and forming friendships, he was having trouble. He could recall his mother send worried glances at him in the past.

Richard's first hint of joining the military came when he expressed interest in his father's profession, the first time he expressed positive interest in anything. His mother felt even greater concern, but his father felt pride well up within him. In response to the boy's first sign of desire for anything, the father sat on a chair with a cigarette on his grinning lips ready to tell what was probably embellished tales over the course of his life. Richard's response was expressing an interest in becoming a soldier. That's when his mother's worries became something that distorted her mood and even his father felt worry for him. Though given his pride in his country and his pride for his own service, he tutored his son through the years until he went to a military academy to give him proper training.

During his time at the academy, Richard's interest in the army started to wane to the point he wondered why he wanted to do this in the first place. It could've been the passing whimsy of a child that lasted a little longer than expected, but he didn't really feel like backing out now. Eventually, what little passion he had for the military died out and he just went through the motions, not really giving all his effort in his classes. A few more years pass by until he finishes his time at the academy and he returns home to his family ready to give them the news.

He came back right at the perfect time to hear the news of his father's passing with his father's old coat in the hands of the person delivering the news. He was on a mission and he just got unlucky so they said. Richard took it well with a simple nod, but his mother on the other hand... To say she didn't take it well at all would be an understatement. She became listless and bemoaned her fate all the while with Richard contemplating his future career, though he was already enlisted in the army. When the time came to go on his first mission, he shared his final conversation with his mother.

She stared right as his mismatched eyes and called him a freak in a drunken haze that loosened her lips just enough for her true feelings to escape them. Richard just nodded to those words as they were just confirming a suspicion he had since long ago. After that, he was deployed on the front lines to experience war for himself. He survived harsh battles for months and eventually returned home to an empty house. He was informed by a neighbor that his mother passed away and he was truly alone now. Richard stared at his late father's coat hanging on a coatrack and decided his course in life. He's a soldier that filled his father with pride. A perfect soldier indeed, and as such, a soldier is all he can be.

Affiliations
William Grumman (Deceased)
Laura Grumman (Deceased)

Relationships
None yet.

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard [Pt. 2 - Open] ~

Character Sheet

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Name
Richard Grumman

Gender
Male

Age
18 Years of Age. DOB: 12/25/1895

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Race
Valois

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Appearance
An imposing man due to wearing a military coat over his uniform combined with his height, Richard stoically carries himself like a machine. His handsome features seem to always be warped by a frown. He never smiles at anything, giving the impression that he carries no love or even enjoys anything at all. Richard's blond hair has been cut just enough that it won't get in his way. Sometimes he can be found smoking a cigarette, which gives him an even more standoffish impression. To top it off, his heterochromia along with his sharp gaze finalizes his antisocial appearance. While he's on a mission, he ditches the coat for greater ease of movement.

Height
6'3/191cm

Personality
Richard's personality barely changes whether he's on or off duty. While he's on the job, he follows orders to the letter, like a machine without any will. He's the embodiment of a soldier. Off duty, he's still the same stoic person, just without any orders telling him what to do. He's the type of person to chastise someone if they're being noisy or causing a disturbance as long as they don't have authority over him. He's an apathetic person who feels a large disconnect from emotions. His emotions may rarely waver in any situation, but as a result, he has a hard time understanding emotional people who act on their hearts rather than their heads. With a lack of any personal drive motivating him to do anything or even a desire for pleasure, Richard is just a person who wants to live a simple life and die a simple death.

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Rank
Private

Role
Rifleman

Equipment
SM-Longfield MK. 3
Two Shrapnel Grenades
Trench Knife

Potentials
Calm and Collected: Richard can keep his cool in all situations no matter the danger. Unflinching in the face of death, the smell of gunpowder and the sight of gore won't make his aim or his goal to fulfill the mission waver. As what's expected of a soldier, he clamps down on any emotions that get in the way of the mission even when he's not on a mission.

Efficient Enough: Richard knows the right amount of effort to give toward a mission. He minimizes the the risks of going above and beyond or below what's needed to accomplish a mission. As a result, his results will tend to not be bad, but not excellent either. Just good enough.

Respectful: To any man or woman, Richard maintains proper decorum as what's expected from a soldier. Those who are above his rank are given proper respect and even those at his rank are given the same decency as long as they aren't causing a ruckus. Common citizens as well are respected by him and even enemy soldiers are respected by him.

Military Mind: Richard hyper-focused his studies on the battlefield and as such, he knows how to deal with many kinds of terrain and situations that he may find himself on the battlefield. He has tested his studies personally to gain experience, which has only strengthened this focus of his. He can't imagine himself as a person that's not a part of the military.

---

Biography
The person Richard is now isn't all that different from the boy he was in the past. He was born in the country of Valois in a somewhat large town. A young child with a simple family living in a simple home. His father was an army man and his mother was a baker. Richard would've been a perfectly normal kid if he was born right. He realized there was something wrong with him when his interactions with children around his age when he was six went awry. He could talk with them and understand the conversations just fine, but in terms of connecting with them and forming friendships, he was having trouble. He could recall his mother send worried glances at him in the past.

Richard's first hint of joining the military came when he expressed interest in his father's profession, the first time he expressed positive interest in anything. His mother felt even greater concern, but his father felt pride well up within him. In response to the boy's first sign of desire for anything, the father sat on a chair with a cigarette on his grinning lips ready to tell what was probably embellished tales over the course of his life. Richard's response was expressing an interest in becoming a soldier. That's when his mother's worries became something that distorted her mood and even his father felt worry for him. Though given his pride in his country and his pride for his own service, he tutored his son through the years until he went to a military academy to give him proper training.

During his time at the academy, Richard's interest in the army started to wane to the point he wondered why he wanted to do this in the first place. It could've been the passing whimsy of a child that lasted a little longer than expected, but he didn't really feel like backing out now. Eventually, what little passion he had for the military died out and he just went through the motions, not really giving all his effort in his classes. A few more years pass by until he finishes his time at the academy and he returns home to his family ready to give them the news.

He came back right at the perfect time to hear the news of his father's passing with his father's old coat in the hands of the person delivering the news. He was on a mission and he just got unlucky so they said. Richard took it well with a simple nod, but his mother on the other hand... To say she didn't take it well at all would be an understatement. She became listless and bemoaned her fate all the while with Richard contemplating his future career, though he was already enlisted in the army. When the time came to go on his first mission, he shared his final conversation with his mother.

She stared right as his mismatched eyes and called him a freak in a drunken haze that loosened her lips just enough for her true feelings to escape them. Richard just nodded to those words as they were just confirming a suspicion he had since long ago. After that, he was deployed on the front lines to experience war for himself. He survived harsh battles for months and eventually returned home to an empty house. He was informed by a neighbor that his mother passed away and he was truly alone now. Richard stared at his late father's coat hanging on a coatrack and decided his course in life. He's a soldier that filled his father with pride. A perfect soldier indeed, and as such, a soldier is all he can be.

Affiliations
William Grumman (Deceased)
Laura Grumman (Deceased)

Relationships
None yet.

Fate/illuminated histoire: A Narrative-Driven Holy Grail War RP

Master

• Name: William Falls
• Age: 22
• Gender: Male
• Appearance:
  
  Appearance

  
• Personality: William is quite the calm individual to an almost inhuman degree. The drive everyone gets from setting a goal and making their journey towards completing it seems to be missing from him. His slothfulness is basically strong enough to be called an illness. As a person who lacks hate and love, William takes pleasure in nothing and has to force himself to act on anything. The two things keeping him from wasting away are the urges to practice magecraft for a reason beyond him and muscle memory. Unfortunately for him and others, his artificial urge to practice magecraft is a leaky faucet that let past fragments of him drip. As a result, if something can be loosely tied to practicing magecraft, then he's able to muster that artificial resolve.
• Skills: Due to interest in anatomy, William has gained a very strong expertise in surgical methods on humans. Other than that, he's exceptional at math and science. He knows the common skills of cooking and organizing, but lacks the other part called cleaning. Abnormally skilled at taking down humans.
• Abilities: As he was taught by a proper Magus, William should've gained all knowledge and skill on all the basic magecraft; however, he was a failure in some of them. He could never get down Gradation Air and Alteration perfectly, so he focused more on Reinforcement.
  
  After learning his two elements were Earth and Water, he was forced to understand and practice the foundation and the basics of those elements over and over until he was coughing blood to make up for his weakness. With those two elements, he created his own fighting style of laying down traps on the spot with the Earth element and changing its flow with the battle with the Water element. He can make strings of water strong enough to tear through a tree.
  
  Due to an incident in the past, William picked up healing magecraft. He's much better at healing himself than others, but he's still able to at least prevent another person from dying from a fatal wound.
• Brief Backstory: William descended from a minor family of Magi that goes back only three generations. His birth was considered a blessing to the family as his mother tried to have a child multiple times in the past, yet they ended in stillbirth. Even more of a miracle was the quantity and quality of his magic circuits that had more potential than the average magi. Even though his mother died at his birth, his father was overjoyed as there was someone he could pass on his arts too.
  
  However, the remaining family quickly realized that William's miracle birth was more than that. It was a freakish abnormality. The boy had an almost psychopathic urge to cause harm to living things and he was almost ignorant of outside stimulation, so his father and grandfather staved off that urge with wild animals, but even William grew numb to those critters. He needed something with more sapience and more life to it. It was hard to teach him magecraft because he almost always ignored anything.
  
  Eventually, he went after a human being with the intention to murder at 12 years old. His grandfather and father were at odds on how to deal with this reprehensible mentality. The grandfather wanted to kill him and the father wanted to just let it go. The result was a compromise that led to the boy's mind being altered. Memories changed and personality twisted into something easier to mold. He went from a complete person that almost rejected everything to an incomplete person that took in more from everything.
  
  Unfortunately, manipulating something as sensitive as the mind to a degree like that wasn't something they specialized in. There were a few spots they missed that seeped into the new William. Fragments that made him realize that there was something wrong with him. Asking his grandfather didn't work and asking his father didn't work either. The command seals appearing on his hand led him to a last resort.

One Piece - Here we are

I'm feeling a bit interested in this.

Re:Zero - The New Constellation

Michael Klein

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Michael belatedly realized that the group of people he's with is a colorful and possibly problematic one. He shook his container of water and judged that it had around a third left before it ran dry.

The lady seems to be a bit cold in his eyes, and a little mean, but that's fine. There's a man who seems to be having a mental breakdown all while ignoring everything around him, but that's fine. Then there's the last man who drank his water who seems to be suffering from frayed nerves, but that's all okay.

Last but not least, a guy who looks like he came out of a medieval show. A tried and true soldier of a kingdom with an air of dignity around him that almost garnered an appreciative whistle out of Michael. Thankfully, Ryom decided to chat up the experienced man. He really had no idea how to answer him exactly.

"Yo!" He placed his hand on the one who seemed to be looking the worst - the man who fell to his knees in shock. "You want some water as well? I still got enough for you to take a nice big gulp." He hopes that his smile is enough to make the man relax a bit.

While he was smiling his thoughts were slightly tumultuous. He can try to smile, but it doesn't mean he's completely putting off all this mystery and stuff. Ripped from where he was previously and dumped in here with no warning whatsoever. There are many ways one could react to this, so Michael just took the positive approach.

If there's a way in, there's a way out.

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@Ithradine @Guy0fV4lor @Phonic @Vocab

Mahoukyo: Magical Mishaps

Shouyou Tenma

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Shouyou found himself nodding alongside Dieter's evaluation of Hanzoku. From the perspective of a teacher, he can see the point that the stoic man is making, though he believes it was slightly harsh.

Of course, the mission had to slightly go south with the sudden attack on the truck. The violent assault on the truck caused the vehicle to moderately shake as though somebody struck it with a large hammer. The former swordsman's balance wasn't disrupted in the slightest as he awaited orders from the leader.

After hearing what needed to be done, he swiftly nodded and turned towards those who would be separated from him.

"Be safe." Those were the only words he left while leaping from the moving truck.

In direct contrast to Dieter's loud superhero landing, Shouyou's feet gently touched the ground and gave off a mild presence with a neutral countenance plastered on his face. Half of his thoughts were about the other team who were rushed to their destination, twenty-five percent of the other thoughts were about Hanzoku's abrupt departure with them, and the remaining percentage were directed towards the enemies around them.

The man didn't do something as unprofessional as a sigh, yet he did show some signs of reluctance on his face. "Any plans, or do you prefer us to handle things to our own discretion?" he asked before making plans of his own. His body was perfectly limber without the need for stretching; Shouyou was ready to fight on behest of the Isamu Family.

He won't kill a single person. At that thought, he did unprofessionally sigh.

Mist: Call Across the Sea

William

Name: William Argyle, Will

Description: As a self-proclaimed knight, William possesses a selfless and heroic personality. The man devotes himself to the concept of justice and order as strives to do as much good as he can. He stands pretty tall at 6 feet even and carries a somewhat imposing presence. He's always wearing the same suit of studded leather armor reinforced by metal and topped off by a cloak. One's first impression of him would be that he's a busybody. The type that would absolutely make sure to involve himself in other's problems. Though he's usually a serious person, he can put a smile on his face and greet people like a normal human being instead of a knightly machine. He tries hard to be a gentle and kind person, but it usually comes off as blunt and insensitive. This is probably because of how he was rose.

Living in a simple village and only having a father at home due to his mother passing away during his birth, he had trouble wording himself sensitively. His father was only slightly better than him with his remarks, so William thought how he worded himself was normal for a while. The two had each other for a while and though it was a rough life with many roadblocks, it was a happy and satisfactory life. Because his father was a former adventurer, William received training with the sword and other skills. The boy was confused at why his father was teaching all this, but the truth eventually hit him when he noticed his father looking more sickly and pale by the day.

William, who was now a man of twenty years of age, arranged a funeral service that was carried out by the local church. With his father's blade he set off on journey. He helped a variety of people during his adventure; young and old, men and women. Naturally with Mistlund being a turbulent Continent, there's man people who are in need of help, so William journeyed there.

Capabilities:

-Possesses expertise with fighting; hand-to-hand and swords being what he specializes in.

-Hardy constitution from traveling the lands.

-Due to experience in traveling, William is decent at foraging, setting up tents and fires, and living off the land temporarily.

Equipment:

-Father's Longsword

-Armor and Cloak

-Survival Gear: Camping tools in a bag, emergency rations, and extra knives.

Mist: Call Across the Sea

William

Name: William Argyle, Will

Description: As a self-proclaimed knight, William possesses a selfless and heroic personality. The man devotes himself to the concept of justice and order as strives to do as much good as he can. He stands pretty tall at 6 feet even and carries a somewhat imposing presence. He's always wearing the same suit of studded leather armor reinforced by metal and topped off by a cloak. One's first impression of him would be that he's a busybody. The type that would absolutely make sure to involve himself in other's problems. Though he's usually a serious person, he can put a smile on his face and greet people like a normal human being instead of a knightly machine. He tries hard to be a gentle and kind person, but it usually comes off as blunt and insensitive. This is probably because of how he was rose.

Living in a simple village and only having a father at home due to his mother passing away during his birth, he had trouble wording himself sensitively. His father was only slightly better than him with his remarks, so William thought how he worded himself was normal for a while. The two had each other for a while and though it was a rough life with many roadblocks, it was a happy and satisfactory life. Because his father was a former adventurer, William received training with the sword and other skills. The boy was confused at why his father was teaching all this, but the truth eventually hit him when he noticed his father looking more sickly and pale by the day.

William, who was now a man of twenty years of age, arranged a funeral service that was carried out by the local church. With his father's blade he set off on journey. He helped a variety of people during his adventure; young and old, men and women. Naturally with Mistlund being a turbulent Continent, there's man people who are in need of help, so William journeyed there.

Capabilities:

-Possesses expertise with fighting; hand-to-hand and swords being what he specializes in.

-Hardy constitution from traveling the lands.

-Due to experience in traveling, William is decent at foraging, setting up tents and fires, and living off the land temporarily.

Equipment:

-Father's Longsword

-Armor and Cloak

-Survival Gear: Camping tools in a bag, emergency rations, and extra knives.