PerfectThought

Life in Gloomminster

Here's my sheet. The preview picture looks a lot bigger than when I drafted it. Standing by for testing.

Edit: It looks fine actually. Maybe a bit big. Let me know if you want to resize it.

And yes, that is a sentient buffed beaver that can engineer and use magic. I regret nothing.

Ornager

Name: Ornager
Species: Castoridae Subspecies (Giant Beavers)
Age: 21
Sex/gender: Male

Height: 6'4
Weight: 190 lbs

Fashion:
Ornager is a country man (or beaver) at heart. He likes to wear plaid or very plain collared shirts in public, accompanied with a dark colored gilet, mostly brown, and jeans or work pants. In the wilderness, he tends to dress more lightly up top, often just a t-shirt or a tank top.

Personality:
Despite the seemingly intimidating look, Ornager is actually quite easygoing and relaxed, often seen making jokes and puns with people. He is a devoted beaver of nature, respecting their beauty, revels in its bounties and gives back many. Naturally, that good-natured sentiments extends to those friendly and respectful to him. It is not hard to be buddy-buddy with the beaves, he will be a kind and loyal partner to you as long as you don't have any bad motives. Nevertheless, Ornager lives up to the solid and industrious nature of the Castoridaes. He may be easygoing, but it is a result of his exceptional self-discipline and organization, allowing him to both work hard but also rest easy. The fruits of labour, as he would describe it, is to be enjoyed. However, Ornager can be quite territorial, and if one does not show respect for his boundaries, his temperament can change really easily.

Skills:
- Woodcrafts
- Engineering and physics, especially hydraulics
- Physically strong as well as high endurance
- Cold-resistant

Field of Studies:
- Hydro and Druidic Magic
- Artifice
- Environmental Magic-Engineering (Magineering)

History:
Ornager came from a beaver town called Pine Glen Grove in a wetland to the north of Gloomminster. It is small compared to other cities, but very green, sustainable and surprisingly advanced in technology, completely powered by wind, solar or hydro energy. Magic while a common thing in this world, was not something the beavers thought to be important. It was more of a recreational thing in their culture, good for a campfire night, but nothing fancy. However, while the town had weathered the effects of climate change a lot better than other cities, mother nature is catching up to them. Droughts were becoming harsher and more frequent, storms getting stronger, and crop losses slowly creeping towards the town's livelihood.

Ornager grew up a diligent kid, knowing both the hardships and rewards of living in harmony with the trees and soils. His parents were loggers and carpenters/builders, and Ornager shared his parent's responsibilities diligently even while he was still in schools. He was a smart but not atypical kid, having strong carpentry skills and engineering, able to build himself toys and later tools that he would use for his work. He's also naturally gifted in physics, and in high schools he would be allowed to participate in national competitions in that subject. Life was modest, but the changes to Pine Glen Grove was not something he did not feel...

As crops and trees were struggling to survive in the wetlands that were once capable of thriving, his family work was also suffering, and in its place were new interests in radical solutions, and among them were magics. By the time he was in high school, Ornager's first real contact with magic was through books and videos. He managed to recreate them to some extent, but saw the need to go to an actual magic schools if he were to master it. He applied to Gloomminster University, as it was the closest one and also the only few decently cheap options he could find.

Miscellaneous:
Ornager is a strict vegan whose diet only includes plant-based food like carrots, potatoes or tree barks. He really likes swimming and would not be seen in a swimming pool less than two times a week. Being a rodent species, his teeth is very strong but grows really fast and needs to be grinded every now and then

@Conscripts

Wow! Really love the originality! No issues with the image size, or the CS in general. Looks great. B)

Emoticon and proper punctuation.

<Snipped quote by PerfectThought>

The first and the last examples depending on where the message is being sent and/or what it is.

@Kuro

That's what I was thinking.

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment - On Hiatus

Brown Cheeseman

Anyone watching Brown's face would've seen him shift rapidly from looks of contentment, to quickly mounting horror as Freyja was engulfed by the lake. Transformed once again into a look of shock as he heard the voice, and watched the little Odaya be ferried off.

As Weasel broke the stunned stillness, Brown rapidly followed suit. He thoughtlessly hauled his flannel shirt and undershirt, revealing his lean pale torso to the cold night air. He turned around to his companions and attempted to utter something, only to find he was too stunned to speak. To them no doubt it appeared he glanced back and mouthed an imperceptibility towards them. He continued without realising he had not uttered a peep. He sprinted to the shore after his friends, then floundered through the low water as he attempted to reach Zeke and Odaya's last location.

Instead of being absorbed into the column like the previous three, the water seemed to be gripping at his legs as Brown stumbled through, the extra weight throwing him off balance. The lake climbed up his body, eventually weighing him down and dragging him into the shallow water. He was stunningly and somewhat horrifically pulled under the thick silt bed by whatever was drawing the group into the lake. The last to be seen was a single pianist's hand reaching up desperately grasping at the air as it flails. He was rapidly drawn under the surface of the lake bed.

Yo'Bikur

Brown wakes up, appearing a few moments after Weasel. He is awoken with a heavy gasp, his sense overwhelmed by the purest air, the most visual sights, the border of incomprehensibility rapidly pole-vaulted by his mind as he views what a human should not be able to view.
He stumbles up, trying to take stock, absorbing his surroundings. He is drawn by Odaya's innocent voice. Seeing she is safe, and noticeably herself, if slightly more avian than usual. He glances at Freyja, largely unchanged, and breathing at least, but seemingly unconscious.

Still half submerged in the pool, Brown glances at what appears to be Weasel ensuring the little bird isn't swept away. Brown attempted to stumble up, feeling rather weakened as the adrenaline of his previous state wore off. He shuddered as he recalled the feeling of being dragged under the thick silt. Even if momentary, it was still deeply unpleasant. He tried to pull himself up, almost getting to his feet.

Something was off, his balance was hindered and he went back down onto his knees. He looked at his bare arms. They were even thinner than normal. His skin was smooth and softer than it usually was, the colour and texture of old vellum. He squinted as misshapen black lines writhed uniformly across his forearms, almost like a tattoo, extending all the way up. He did a double take, his skin was covered in a shifting sea writing. Some legible, some in English, some smudge beyond visibility, and some in a myriad of different languages and scripts. He could only identify some of it, as it floated by in passing, the symbols mellowly rearranging themselves into different texts as he stared transfixed.

He attempted to stand back up, and this time he succeeded. He was overtaken by a strange sensation of wobbliness and off-ness like he was higher up than usual. Taller somehow, possibly. Like he was stretched out. He was overtaken by nausea, so he un-gracefully placed himself back on the ground, this time sitting upright, out of the pool of water. The grass seemed more healthy and more springy than the liveliest lawn he'd ever seen.

Finally, he gathered the energy to speak, chiming up behind Weasel, "H- H-hey Zeke, you seem to be the only one of us unchanged." He let out a short chuckle, a friendly jab to his childhood friend. "What the f- what was that?" He glanced to the side, smiling at little Odaya, who seemed entranced by their ornate surroundings. He was incredibly shaken up by the experience but was trying his best to calm himself.

@Fading Memory

Emoticon and proper punctuation.

Okay say, what's the correct way of using emoticon with regular punctuation?
Would it be: "Hello. :)" "Hello :)." or " Hello :)"?

Hosts: Horror Rp with demons

@TheNoCoKid I'll bite. Looks interesting. A chill pacifist monk seems pretty fitting to hold Wrath.

Might wanna plug this in the status bar if you don't get more traction soon enough.

Life in Gloomminster

Oh, can he not be studying abroad? I knew it wasn't in America(does the US not actually exist in this world? That's a bit of a bigger change lol), but I didn't think I needed the character to be a local.

@Gisk

Oh yeah, he can be studying abroad. It's just you mentioned 'known to the ordinary people of nearby Fredericksburg' and I interpreted that as Fredericksburg itself being located near Gloomminster. If he is studying abroad, might be something worth noting in his CS :)

Life in Gloomminster

Finally finished I think. XD

Birb

“A gentle heart and a gentle touch is all it takes.”

Appearance

Height: 6'2
Weight: 132 lbs
Body Type: Tall and slender
Eyes: Crimson red
Hair: White
Distinct body markings: Kaito's body is heavily freakled, his feathers are some combination of white, cream, grey, brown, black, and cobolt blue.
Fasion(?): Kaito often opts to wear either very loose fiting clothing or very long ponchos. He presonally doesn't enjoy conventional clothing however, and can often be seen with nothing but perhaps a loin cloth simply to make other less uncomfortable around him. Though he has been known to wear the occational Kilt or skirt seeing as his legs feet and tail tend to make pants a challenge.

Basic Info

Name: Kaito Aster
Species: Harpy
Gender: Male
Pronouns and Sexual orientation: He/Him Demi-Sexual (Pan-Romantic)
Age and date of birth: 22 November 20th
Course of Study: Magical and Mythical Beast Zoology and care.

Personal Information

Personality: Kaito is a very friendly and outgoing individual, he has a gentle disposition and generally gives everyone the benefit of the doubt, chosing to see the best in even some of the worst people. He is often discribed as a soft spoken person with a big heart and plenty of patience and compation. His patience seems to know no bounds when it comes to other people, but do not mistake this as him being a pushover. At least not when it comes to people causing trouble for those he cares about. He can take all kinds of abuse when it is directed at him but the moment it's turned on others around him his demenor changes to a much more protective one. Kill them with kindness is Kaito's mantra and he is capable of sticking to this to an almost scary perfection.

History: Kaito was born and raised in GloomMinister. The eldest child to a Shipwright father and a vetrenarian mother, he had his 10 younger siblings never really wanted for anything. Kaito grew up taking a great interest in his mother's line of work though he was much more interested in the magical beast than the everyday dog or cat. Despite his household being rather crowded Kaito was always trying to bring home this beast or that, only to be turned down by his parents every time.

As he got older he would begin spending much of his time in the wilderness trying to observe whatever creature he might be able to find even if it was simply some slightly unusual frogs. It was how he managed to escape the chaos that was his family home and it only solidified his decisions later in life.

After taking some time to help some of his younger siblings finsh their home studies he finally decided to attend GloomMinister University but realized that if he was going to be doing so he would need a place free of his siblings to focus on his studies so he decided to find a reletivly cheap place in town to live. An adult needs their space from the parents after all.

@LostDestiny

Looks good. Accepted, just might wanna take a quick reread to catch a few typos. B)

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment - On Hiatus

I wrote entirely too much and I am extremely sorry. I pray you all can forgive me.

I really enjoy writing and do not expect/require any particular standard of length from anyone, for the record. I put this thing in the Casual section for a reason and that was just to have fun with people. This is quirk of me being me, not any sort of standard for the roleplay.

@Fading Memory

I doubt anyone has an issue except me brown is taller than ambrose!!11!1. Fantastic job, as ever.

One question though, are we writing our character's physical change or are you? If we are, what are the parameters? Does it have to be animalistic? :)

Life in Gloomminster

I cast the square root of "fuck you"

🎶I need to live a thousand times. I cannot stop, I cannot cry. I will not fret, I will not die. I am machine, I stay alive.🎶

Name: Kyrus Lohenn

Age: 20 human years

Species: Tiefling

Gender: Male | He/Him

Appearance: Kyrus stands at roughly 6"2' tall, has dark red skin and eyes, and dresses like a college professor; Sweaters, slip-on shoes, and just about anything else that looks like it would make for a good outfit to take a walk on a crisp Autumn evening. His hair is white, and is always buzzed almost completely away. The only other thing about Kyrus that tends to stand out his his right arm, which is a mechanical prosthetic powered by magic. His shoulder, chest and back are covered in scar tissue from an accident that resulted in the loss of his arm. Though these are almost often covered up, they can occasionally be seen around his neck and collarbone.

Personality: Kyrus would describe himself as driven, determined and thoughtful. Others would describe him as somewhat unhinged in some areas and the most grounded person on earth in others. Both of those are true. When Kyrus wants to learn something, it doesn't matter how long it takes him to understand it, he will spend weeks locked in his room studying everything he is aware of, devoid of sleep and obligations, and then go about his day as if he didn't just stay awake for 72 hours straight. Kyrus doesn't know when to let himself have a break. He is constantly pushing himself to do his best and meet the expectations of those around him, and likes to think he deals with great amounts of pressure better than others. Things that would normally make others feel overwhelmed or out of their depth don't have the same affect on Kyrus, even when he inevitably does bite off more than he can chew, causing him to subject himself to absurd stress once again.

Magic Study: Technosorcery and "Geometric Magic," otherwise known as Cosamancy.

Classes

• Artifice 101
• Non-Euclidian Arcanology
• Arcane Geometry
• Warding Magic
• Runecraft

History: Many years ago, Kyrus was just an ordinary, non-magical kid with two parents and no siblings. His father was a spront hunter, and his mother was veterinarian. They managed to keep the lights on with their shared incomes, but they weren't exactly rich. Kyrus' dad was typically away from home for a week or two at a time at minimum, and his mom usually had to stay at work late, often leaving him alone. As a kid, he always had a fascination with magic, and wanted to attend a university for it, but the odds of that happening were slim. Kyrus was a talented kid, academically speaking, and his father even taught him some minor spells on occasion, but university wasn't free, and therefore, hard to get into for even the most intelligent people on the planet. Still, he held out hope that he could enroll somewhere and make a life for himself that was better than the one he was born into.

When he was 15, though, those hopes were dashed.

Kyrus and his father were driving home after running errands together when he was home from the sea, when a very bad accident happened on the road. It had been snowing all day, and people were warned to drive carefully since the road was slippery. An oncoming vehicle lost traction, driving at least 30 over the speed limit, and flipping over as it crashed directly into the car that Kyrus and his father were in. Both vehicles were ran off of the road, and Kyrus had been knocked out cold. He woke up hours later after being given medical attention, and both him and his father made it out with their lives. It was revealed that the driver in the other vehicle was drunk, and didn't survive. Kyrus and his father, despite being alive, were not entirely intact afterwards, though.

His father has several broken bones, and damage in his spine. He wouldn't be walk again despite the effort of several magic healers. And that was if he survived the punctured lung he also had. Kyrus, on the other hand, was missing his right arm, and most of his shoulder. It was the darkest part of his life to this day, and his family never properly recovered from it. His father could no longer work, and the medical expenses left any hope for Kyrus attending university nonexistent. After two and weeks of recovery in the hospital, everyone went home to decide what to do. Kyrus had to get a job at a supermarket to support his family, which wasn't easy given the lack of one arm, but he grit his teeth and got through it. Eventually, he learned to adjust, and life went on for him.

Kyrus' dad, on the other hand, couldn't cope with the life-changing injury. Rather than find a way to move on, he fell into a pit of depression and self-loathing that he only managed to deal with through alcohol. By the age of 16, Kyrus could no longer recognize his dad. What little money he managed to save for himself was put to studying magic on his own terms. For the next two and half years, Kyrus studied Technosorcery, and eventually stumbled upon a fringe form of magic called Cosamancy. It fascinated him, and helped him understand the principles of magic machines, to the point he managed to create something of his own. Every artificer starts somewhere, and for Kyrus, his start was in a garage that he had spent an entire summer in. At 18, he revealed his new right arm to his parents. Every last penny he saved went into finding the parts for it, and it was a feat of magic he never previously imagine was possible, but Kyrus had built himself a metal limb powered by magic. All his hard work had paid off.

Someone in the world must have discovered this, however, because at the end of his last year of high school, Kyrus received a handwritten letter from Gloomminister University. It had a symbol on it that neither he nor his family recognized, and there was no signature. The letter stated that someone had taken a great interest in Kyrus' talents, and that they wanted to see him succeed. The letter then explained that Kyrus need only apply to Gloomminister University and present the seal included in the letter, and everything would be "handled without worry." Kyrus found it strange, but he took his chances. A month after he applied, he received a letter of acceptance. It seemed too good to be true at first, but Kyrus was in. He made it, and he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass him by. However, Kyrus still doesn't know who exactly is looking out for him.

@Blizz

Oooh, Kyrus looks great! Happily accepted. B)