Phonic

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

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A Certain Seismic Heavyweight (Railgun/Magical Index RP)

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Midnight Illusion Town: An Urban Fantasy RP

@Phonic@Raineh Daze@OliveYou@UndeadSpartan@TheFake: As a reminder, the RP is starting today!

Also as a note, @Rin has been having difficulties with her internet connection making it hard to work on the finalized version of her bio. as a result, I've permitted her to post in-character before finishing her character's bio, as she has discussed all the important details with me and they are simply not formally compiled.

@VitaVitaAR

Hype. I guess ill put down my switch and the new fire emblem down for a bit. Game really good

Midnight Illusion Town: An Urban Fantasy RP

Ai-chan

Name: Ai

Age: Unknown, likely several hundred years old

Gender: Female (assumed)

Race: Youkai (Tsukumogami)

Appearance

Appearance 2

Personality

Ai is straightforward and direct. Often boastful and self-centered, mostly impulsively acting based on how she feels like with little concern over consequences, her bossy nature tends to prefer her taking control of situations and making decisions she chooses to make rather than following others, which tends to be at odds with her conception as a “tool”.

She is easygoing, carefree and abrasive, displaying full confidence in herself and presenting to others with determination and dignity. On the other hand, she is also quite lazy and self-indulgent, disliking having to work, making her a somewhat selfish and unconcerned person. Despite this, Ai tends to fight for goals and ideals she considers dear to herself, often at the expense of herself. The sort of person to say they don’t want to get involved in a situation, only to then get involved in a situation because they feel that it is “right” for them to do so.

Abilities

Tsukumogami Transformation: The ability to change one’s composition. Ai’s body is an amalgamation of a thousand blades, however, this ability lets her take on the mask of a “human”. It is a perfect impersonation of a person, having the same biological functions as a normal human, from the need to eat to the need to use the bathroom and other such things. However, she has the ability to change into her true form as a blade as she chooses. Ai can also turn into a blade to be used by another, or partially transform select parts of her body into weapons, or graft other weapons to join this collective. Regardless of her chosen appearance, she is still a “weapon” at heart.

Metal Control: The ability to freely control metallic objects. From simple touch, the shape, structure, and strength of a metallic object can be edited and changed to suit Ai’s needs, from grafting a shield of metal to their arm or changing the shape of a blade during combat to gain an advantage from an unsuspecting opponent. Given that they are themselves a mass of blades, this affects her as well.

Inanimate Object Communication: The ability to freely communicate with inanimate objects. To discern the residual “feelings” leftover inside of an object into a “conversation”. Through the use of this ability, Ai can understand aspects of the owner of the object or create a comradery between discarded “tools” like herself.

Skills

Knowledge of Swordsmanship and general Fighting Ability: Due to her status as a weapon, Ai is skillful in the application, tactics, and techniques of battle. She is also able to give her wielder the ability to use these skills without them needing the knowledge to utilize her effectively if so she chooses, as well as transfer information between herself and her handler instantaneously.

Equipment

Does "herself" count as a piece of equipment? If not she carries around one of her blades at her side at any time and is very proficient at using such.

Brief Backstory

There was once a blacksmith, young and with much ahead of him, who helped all those in his village. From basic tools to appliances, the man was beloved and revered by those in his community and afar, often people coming from far and wide to take shop of his wares.

One day, on a trip to gather ore from the mine, he returned to find his village in ash. A youkai had destroyed his village, reducing it to no more than ash, and killing all who he had known and smiled with.

Outraged by this, the once pacifist blacksmith chose to create weapons, something he had refused to make before. He kept smithing, and smithing and creating better and stronger blades to fell the demons who had taken the lives of his fellow man with.

Who had killed his loving wife and son?

Who had destroyed all that the blacksmith treasured and wished to protect?

However, before he was able to use these weapons he had created, the blacksmith had decided to abandon his quest for revenge, leaving the weapons without purpose and to rust. Filled with the regrets of her master, the Tsukumogami was created. Nameless and without a face, the wretched abomination of metal that was the body of the bestial creation roamed the countryside, trying to find peace from its creation.

However, eventually the creature had found upon her creator, now an old man hardly suited to fight with. Asking her master why he had abandoned her, her master only responded with:

“If I were to kill youkai who had nothing to do with the destruction of my village, then would I be that much better than those who had taken the lives of my kin long ago?”

Then was all that the nameless blades have done been all for nothing? Outraged by this answer, the nameless blades chose to end her creator’s life. In the old blacksmith’s final moments, he spoke out the final words of his once beloved wife who had been the driving force for the creation of these blades, dying with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Ai.”

The blades knew not what to think. They had only had to kill what was before them before, hardly having to consider the ramifications of their actions, but for whatever reason, the words of her creator bothered the blades. The blades wept. They wept for the old man, now dead. They wept for those who they had killed on their journey, most of which were undeserved anger.

But most of all … the blades wept for themselves.

Taking upon the name that the blacksmith had said as his last words, the nameless blades, now “Ai”, decided they would atone for their actions. They would try their best to become human. To finally understand why her owner had given up on his quest for revenge, and to try to be a force for protection rather than solely an instrument of destruction.

However, it was too late for Ai, for she had been sealed for her transgressions, only recently awaking from her several hundred-year-old nap. Who sealed her and why she was sealed seemed to have been lost on her, and she hardly remembers anything aside from her name and the fact she is a weapon.

Midnight Illusion Town: An Urban Fantasy RP

@VitaVitaAR
Nice!

Midnight Illusion Town: An Urban Fantasy RP

@VitaVitaAR

Here they are~

Ai-chan

Name: Ai

Age: Unknown, likely several hundred years old

Gender: Female (assumed)

Race: Youkai (Tsukumogami)

Appearance

Appearance 2

Personality

Ai is straightforward and direct. Often boastful and self-centered, mostly impulsively acting based on how she feels like with little concern over consequences, her bossy nature tends to prefer her taking control of situations and making decisions she chooses to make rather than following others, which tends to be at odds with her conception as a “tool”.

She is easygoing, carefree and abrasive, displaying full confidence in herself and presenting to others with determination and dignity. On the other hand, she is also quite lazy and self-indulgent, disliking having to work, making her a somewhat selfish and unconcerned person. Despite this, Ai tends to fight for goals and ideals she considers dear to herself, often at the expense of herself. The sort of person to say they don’t want to get involved in a situation, only to then get involved in a situation because they feel that it is “right” for them to do so.

Abilities

Tsukumogami Transformation: The ability to change one’s composition. Ai’s body is an amalgamation of a thousand blades, however, this ability lets her take on the mask of a “human”. It is a perfect impersonation of a person, having the same biological functions as a normal human, from the need to eat to the need to use the bathroom and other such things. However, she has the ability to change into her true form as a blade as she chooses. Ai can also turn into a blade to be used by another, or partially transform select parts of her body into weapons, or graft other weapons to join this collective. Regardless of her chosen appearance, she is still a “weapon” at heart.

Metal Control: The ability to freely control metallic objects. From simple touch, the shape, structure, and strength of a metallic object can be edited and changed to suit Ai’s needs, from grafting a shield of metal to their arm or changing the shape of a blade during combat to gain an advantage from an unsuspecting opponent. Given that they are themselves a mass of blades, this affects her as well.

Inanimate Object Communication: The ability to freely communicate with inanimate objects. To discern the residual “feelings” leftover inside of an object into a “conversation”. Through the use of this ability, Ai can understand aspects of the owner of the object or create a comradery between discarded “tools” like herself.

Skills

Knowledge of Swordsmanship and general Fighting Ability: Due to her status as a weapon, Ai is skillful in the application, tactics, and techniques of battle. She is also able to give her wielder the ability to use these skills without them needing the knowledge to utilize her effectively if so she chooses, as well as transfer information between herself and her handler instantaneously.

Equipment

Does "herself" count as a piece of equipment? If not she carries around one of her blades at her side at any time and is very proficient at using such.

Brief Backstory

There was once a blacksmith, young and with much ahead of him, who helped all those in his village. From basic tools to appliances, the man was beloved and revered by those in his community and afar, often people coming from far and wide to take shop of his wares.

One day, on a trip to gather ore from the mine, he returned to find his village in ash. A youkai had destroyed his village, reducing it to no more than ash, and killing all who he had known and smiled with.

Outraged by this, the once pacifist blacksmith chose to create weapons, something he had refused to make before. He kept smithing, and smithing and creating better and stronger blades to fell the demons who had taken the lives of his fellow man with.

Who had killed his loving wife and son?

Who had destroyed all that the blacksmith treasured and wished to protect?

However, before he was able to use these weapons he had created, the blacksmith had decided to abandon his quest for revenge, leaving the weapons without purpose and to rust. Filled with the regrets of her master, the Tsukumogami was created. Nameless and without a face, the wretched abomination of metal that was the body of the bestial creation roamed the countryside, trying to find peace from its creation.

However, eventually the creature had found upon her creator, now an old man hardly suited to fight with. Asking her master why he had abandoned her, her master only responded with:

“If I were to kill youkai who had nothing to do with the destruction of my village, then would I be that much better than those who had taken the lives of my kin long ago?”

Then was all that the nameless blades have done been all for nothing? Outraged by this answer, the nameless blades chose to end her creator’s life. In the old blacksmith’s final moments, he spoke out the final words of his once beloved wife who had been the driving force for the creation of these blades, dying with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Ai.”

The blades knew not what to think. They had only had to kill what was before them before, hardly having to consider the ramifications of their actions, but for whatever reason, the words of her creator bothered the blades. The blades wept. They wept for the old man, now dead. They wept for those who they had killed on their journey, most of which were undeserved anger.

But most of all … the blades wept for themselves.

Taking upon the name that the blacksmith had said as his last words, the nameless blades, now “Ai”, decided they would atone for their actions. They would try their best to become human. To finally understand why her owner had given up on his quest for revenge, and to try to be a force for protection rather than solely an instrument of destruction.

However, it was too late for Ai, for she had been sealed for her transgressions, only recently awaking from her several hundred-year-old nap. Who sealed her and why she was sealed seemed to have been lost on her, and she hardly remembers anything aside from her name and the fact she is a weapon.

Midnight Illusion Town: An Urban Fantasy RP

@Phonic: It is indeed!

@VitaVitaAR

Awesome! I'll get to working on a character whenever my schedule allows for such.

Is there a discord for this roleplay btw?

Midnight Illusion Town: An Urban Fantasy RP

Hey!

Is this roleplay still open? Seems interesting enough to join at the very least!

Fate/Blind Logos

Sylvester II

Street in 7th Arrondisement, Core District

@Phonic @Danchou @SSW

“I suppose I should introduce myself. You can call me Rider.”

Rider spoke to his opponent. After all, though he was one for flamboyant and “cool” openings, he was also a rather straightforward guy. Nothing was cooler than him simply introducing himself, for he was the coolest of them all!

He stood only a few meters away from his opponent, standing there with his leather trench coat blowing itself in the wind.

“We are summoned to kill. That is the purpose of a Heroic Spirit, is it not? “We shall become your blade” and all that noise. N-Not to say I use a blade, but ya know.”

An absolutely SMOOTH operator.

“I don’t particularly mind it, though. After all, if we are called by the Grail, that means that we desire something from it, does it not? Unfortunately for you and everyone else in this grail war, I desire the Grail myself, and I am not too keen on giving it up anytime soon. Ain’t that what it means to wish upon the Grail? Those who want the Grail shall destroy the desires of those others who wish for the Grail. Only one will hold the cup of god’s son in their hand.”

“Come forth. I preached peace in my life, so I’d rather not take the first strike against you.”

This was merely a formality. Rider did not believe in violence in life and often, ironically enough, fought against the hyper-violent nature of warfare. However, as a Servant that meant nothing. If he wished to obtain the Grail, he had to fight.

But to not have his mount summoned … Did that mean that Rider was going easy against Saber?

No, his stance and the fire found within his eyes seemed to tell a story of sincerity, his words holding nothing back against his opponent. In fact, Rider was likely the sort of person who couldn’t hold back, regardless of the situation.

… But to not use his mount …

What sort of trickery was this?

At least, that is how it appeared to the untrained eye. Or an eye that could not calculate the “now” of “existence” like the artificial eye that Rider saw the world through. His mount was his arm and his eye. An unorthodox approach to riding, but the Rider before Saber was not the sort to take things in an orthodox manner. He was the man who provided all the world with his theories and advanced society in western Europe, leading to the eventual renaissance in Italy.

“To the mages, we refer to as “Masters” we are simply pawns with the desire to obtain the Holy Grail War, be it for glory, personal or otherwise. Though I always preached peace in life, I do not mind fighting for what I believe in. Come Saber: I shall bring you your release, just as I had done to the Lancer of this war!”

A Certain Parallel Cosmos

... Idiot Shirogane ...
@CrowsAltV2

(Late post is late.)

“I’ll eat anything you make, Shirogane~! You have not disappointed my pallet with any of your meals thus far!”

Perhaps any other person might have felt the malice of Shirogane’s words, but to someone who had limited hardships after her admission to the Abbey. She was just glad she would be able to eat something great like she always liked.

The howling of the wind.

If anyone was sensitive to “that” feeling, it would be Nero. Or rather, it would be the “invisible” fae dancing along with the muses of Shirogane that those born without that innate sense of the “other” which Nero was blessed [Cursed] with. That fae was the great spirit of the wind, whose power was granted to Nero by contract.

The green, fae-like spirit was a simple being that seemed to be enjoying herself in the winds generated by Shirogane, though Shirogane did not seem to understand that his actions were merely causing joy for that which exists to not be seen.

“Yaaay! The wind is moving fast~! Thanks for the ride, Spiky-hair!”

Truly a simple spirit.

But Nero contracted with the Sylph for a reason. The sovereignty over the wind was seconded to none as a spirit. But it was strange. Spirits tended to avoid things created by humanity. After all, the progress of humans is what caused mystery to no longer prevalent itself upon the world as it had years ago. Therefore, one could consider “progress” the natural enemy of the “World”.

So for a spirit to take a liking to an Esper …

Her mind wavered for a moment, focusing on the “being” that did not exist to anyone else but what she assumed to be herself, staring at what should not be there and away from Shirogane for that moment. However, the man brought her attention back with his words once he began to speak again.

“I mean, you are a very nice person, Shirogane. You do not hesitate to assist those in need, and you always seem happiest when making someone else happy. That is what I noticed about you, at the very least. I think you are a superhero; a great one at that!”

A genuine smile was shimmering on the face of Nero as if the innocent smile of a maiden. The smile of someone who genuinely believed what they were saying was an indisputable truth. Though one might question how a person who had only known Shirogane for but a few days could determine his entire character, Spirits tend to dislike those without pureness in their heart. So the fact that Sylph did not mind “showing” herself in front of Shirogane was enough for Nero to place her trust in him.

… At the very least, that is how she felt until he continued to speak about a certain “incident” that brought the two together in the first place.

Her face shone a bright red all the way up to her ears, blushing a deep scarlet. Her face contorted into some sort of a cross between complete disgust, likely towards both of them, shame, and cringe. An unintelligible garble escaped her mouth as she attempted for the moment to compose herself, failing to do so, and repeating that unintelligible garble until she could finally (poorly) compose her thoughts into words.

“I-If you are going to bully a cute girl like myself, you will never find someone who’d like you, y-you idiot! I hate you!”

It was something that she would rather not talk about. The issue of taking in “others” into the “self” was the same regardless of what one committed themselves to; it would muddy the meaning of “self” and that would transmute itself into “another”. Of course, to someone like Nero, “action” committed was not due to the transformative nature of her power, but rather the requirement of “contracts” in order to “act”.

…And, much to the chagrin of Nero, Shirogane had seen her while she was most vulnerable to her contract.

“I’m mad now,” Nero said, turning her head away from Shirogane and puffing her cheeks. “I take back what I said. You are the worst. An enemy of womankind! Don’t talk to me until you apologize!”

Whispering to herself, Nero continued under her breath in a tone that she didn’t believe Shirogane could make out.

“And just when I gave you a compliment too. Sheesh.”

Nero stormed into the other room of the apartment, rather upset with Shirogane for his actions. Regardless of her position on the matter, it was very unlikely she still did not expect Shirogane to cook, as well as unlikely she would miss a meal.

Such is the life of a homeless vagrant.